Dieing today dieing tomorrow Would you care if it was in sorow
Never loved but always loving This cricle is more like a line that we live
Life is a improve We make it up as we go
No one dies a virgin Life srews us all
If life was a dream Then why are we afrid? Why do we cry? How will we die? I think that the lack of love people gives kills More then suisde,bullets, and knifes combined
these are my pomes THE SADNESS OF THE TRUTH
Icrush · Wed Sep 20, 2006 @ 03:59am · 0 Comments |