All of my poems are MINE!!! NO STEALING!!! If I find someone has stolen so much as a stanza of my poetry, I will hunt you down and stick my foot so far up your a** that it'll break and you will never get it out. Then I'll take some 'legal' actions.
Alone
She tripped on a rock,
And skinned her knee;
With dozens around,
But no one to see.
She stumbled on home,
And opened the door;
And with a big thud,
She fell to the floor.
Her parents? Both home.
But too blind to see,
The hate in her eyes,
The trouble in she.
And she lay on the floor,
Alone and so scared.
And she kept her head low,
Cause she knew no one cared.
My Picture
I can draw you a picture.
It'll have turns and twists.
I can draw it with a blade.
And I can draw it on my wrist.
And if I draw my picture right
A red fountain will flow.
A red fountain of my past.
With the tears you'll never know.
The dark times before me.
Shall begin to unfold.
As I write down my story.
My secrets untold.
In a little note.
Made for just you.
Wrapped in a ribbon.
With facts you never knew.
So just sit back.
And read my story.
The times I felt mad.
The times I felt sorry.
And if you understood.
It'd give me a reason.
To stop what I feel.
"A shoulder to cry on"?
 Addriana · Wed Jun 07, 2006 @ 08:04pm · 0 Comments |
