-tis a poem that I wrote about seven months ago:
Deaths Beauty
Though it seems dark,
Death has beauty.
You may not understand.
Your heart may tell you,
When your time is near,
You have nothing to fear.
-tis a poem that I wrote about six months ago:
Alone
Alone is a cry fallen on deaf ears.
Alone is butterflies searching for a drink.
Alone is bleeding with no band-aid.
Alone is breaking down with no one to save you.
Alone is love without a lover.
Alone is an empty soul.
Alone is a bird flying without wings.
 ~VAMP!RE~ · Wed Jun 21, 2006 @ 04:52pm · 0 Comments |
