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My poem
Nov 16, 2006 19:38:02 GMT -5
Post by Celina on Nov 16, 2006 19:38:02 GMT -5
Sheba is an Indian goddess.....lol
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My poem
Nov 17, 2006 21:56:20 GMT -5
Post by Celina on Nov 17, 2006 21:56:20 GMT -5
whee!!!!! another!!! a bit long, though... (don'cha guys just love me? lol):
Too Deep
I grasp the necklace you gave me, My eyes hot with tears. How could I- How WOULD I Let myself fall too deep? You said you loved me And I believed it. I was a fool, I noticed. Because I let myself fall too deep. I fall to the ground, too weak to move. And I lay there, Just drowning, Because I fell too deep. You can lead me to believing That I was your only one. You can lead me into saying 'I love you too'. And you can lead my heart to love, And you can make it fall. Just too deep. I rip off the necklace and throw it into the lake, The only thing I'm strong enough for. I've broken down, And you don't care. Your with her, what do you want with me? You made me fall. Too, too deep. I had a heart, I had a life, Until you took that away from me. I have nothing, And I'm empty. All because... I fell too deep. You don't know how it feels Because if you did, You wouldn't have done that. You wouldn't have cheated. You wouldn't have said 'I have a crush on you' Then leave my heart hanging there, Hopeless to ever being fixed again. Please, please Don't say your sorry. Not again. And what will that do? It won't fix my heart. It won't fix my life. And it certainly won't fix you. Just leave me alone, No matter what I say. I can't see your face, Not ever again. I'm crying, I'm dying, I'm flying, I'm falling. But what do you care? No one understands my pain Or the pain you caused. So just leave me before I explode in your face! I'll get my revenge, I swear I will. I'll get my revenge, no matter what it takes. Then I'll have you fall. Oh yes, I'll have you fall....... Just as deep. [/b]
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My poem
Nov 18, 2006 18:58:54 GMT -5
Post by Sam on Nov 18, 2006 18:58:54 GMT -5
That's .... disturning. Go see a councilor. But I'm disturbed, so I like it .... lol, it's good.
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My poem
Nov 18, 2006 19:05:29 GMT -5
Post by Celina on Nov 18, 2006 19:05:29 GMT -5
lol. it's disturbing, eh? sweet.......
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My poem
Nov 18, 2006 19:11:36 GMT -5
Post by Sam on Nov 18, 2006 19:11:36 GMT -5
lol
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My poem
Nov 18, 2006 19:12:03 GMT -5
Post by Celina on Nov 18, 2006 19:12:03 GMT -5
;D
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My poem
Nov 18, 2006 19:18:06 GMT -5
Post by Sam on Nov 18, 2006 19:18:06 GMT -5
lol, on that wonderful - and rather creepy - note ... I feel like posting one ..... this one is crap, but *shrugs* meh ....
Murder She Wrote
Write redrum on the bathroom floor A cry that I cannot ignore The end is near It's almost here Take me with you Save my soul This screwed up world was never broken Exocise the Demons woken By our greed and discontent A mirror image that we've spent A thousand fears A million tears Begging for a chance to change Write redrum on the bathroom floor Find something can be arranged
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My poem
Nov 18, 2006 19:21:10 GMT -5
Post by Celina on Nov 18, 2006 19:21:10 GMT -5
.........nice
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My poem
Nov 18, 2006 19:28:51 GMT -5
Post by Sam on Nov 18, 2006 19:28:51 GMT -5
lol, no .... like I said .... it's crap ....
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My poem
Nov 18, 2006 19:29:59 GMT -5
Post by Celina on Nov 18, 2006 19:29:59 GMT -5
.........ok
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My poem
Nov 18, 2006 19:33:26 GMT -5
Post by Sam on Nov 18, 2006 19:33:26 GMT -5
thanks ...... it's much easier that way ....
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My poem
Nov 18, 2006 19:33:51 GMT -5
Post by Celina on Nov 18, 2006 19:33:51 GMT -5
.........alright
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My poem
Nov 18, 2006 19:46:10 GMT -5
Post by Sam on Nov 18, 2006 19:46:10 GMT -5
okay .... here's another one ..... I'm feeling crappy right now, so Ima post my crap ....
Cont'd Soul
Sometimes I think the mirror is a thief It steals bits of my soul day by day I little less reflection in my tired eyes Sometimes I think I'm wasting away Sometimes I want to break into that mirror Climb into a world where I can vanish when I leave No cracks in my visage, just in glass shards Sometimes I want to think that I don't bleed Sometimes I want my life to be a picture Simple and positioned properly Take back what is stolen by the mirror Sometimes I want my peace a little early Sometimes I want it easy from the start As the square-cut glass has all that luxury I just want to fade as I pass Sometimes I want to be just memory
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My poem
Nov 18, 2006 19:52:20 GMT -5
Post by Celina on Nov 18, 2006 19:52:20 GMT -5
.........amazing
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My poem
Nov 18, 2006 20:01:56 GMT -5
Post by Sam on Nov 18, 2006 20:01:56 GMT -5
.......... meh ..........
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