I think it's when I saw you,
Standing innocently there,
Acting like nothing you do,
Is ever slightly unfair,
My tears were still flowing,
My hands sticking to the wheel,
I had no idea where I was going,
But hoping hearts could heal,
I let go once I saw you staring,
Your friends were drunk too,
Each one was there daring,
But who ran in front? Just you,
My pure hatred, and my dread,
Are the reasons why you're dead.
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!!!! www.happycows.eu. Helo! Ça Va? The name's Dana, Dana Dana, (Day.na). I'm 13, come from a big family of very... loud people, despite that I am quiet, and keep to myself. I like spongebob (He made me who I am today.) I usually write poems, sometimes a story, and blogs if I'm lacking in poetry ideas. 'One can be addicted to a certain type of sadness' unknown person, please stop writing about me. ¡¡¡¡
Too many times you've forgotten me,. Too many times you've lied,. Too many times you've told a secret,. Too many times I've cried,. Too many times you've wronged the world,. Too many times to say,.
#nature #songcompetition So I'm sitting and feeling the strain Wondering whose to blame Living life in the fast lane Chasing dreams always something to gain Your love is like acid rain Rotting at...
By now I've grown to like the darkness. Full of mystery, full of beauty. Surrounded by pure blackness, invisibility. Once my greatest fear, has now become my savior. What I once hated I now adore.
There once was a man named Dale. Who's life was a harrowing tale. More heartbreak and woe. Than you ever did know. Everyday he would cry without fail. His first wife named Colleen.
Lay her body down. My love so beautiful that even death cries for her its sickly stain keeping the decay away. Tears fall from the sky as my soul pours from the mirror of our emotion. Can you feel it.
Yes you killed me, now I'm dead. And all because of what you said. Words that still burn in my heart. I should've known right from the start. I'm dead and my body stayed behind.
A four-fingered print has been left in the mud, A marker for guilt and a promise of blood. Late was the hour when the lacking man left, Forsaking his loved ones and regretting his theft.
#nightdwellers It was the night you ripped us apart You should've just cut out my heart For without you, there is no new start You see torment is my new art.
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