My stuff
Posted: Tue May 09, 2006 2:15 pm
here I will let you guys read one, then maybe you can tell me if you like it or not...
Disfunctional
Talking right to my face
telling me that I am wrong
when in my heart I know that I am right. I brace
my heart for the worst. The only song
my heart tends to sing is that of pain. Like a race
against the clock, my heart struggles to break free. I long
for the pain to cease. Every trace
of love, that was never there, is still gone. A battle still lingers. Whoever is wrong
in their eyes, is planned to be defeated. Face
to face, eyes interlocked, it has already began. No words can express how long
this battle has been held. There was never any love, there was never any grace.
Good... bad... suckish...?
Disfunctional
Talking right to my face
telling me that I am wrong
when in my heart I know that I am right. I brace
my heart for the worst. The only song
my heart tends to sing is that of pain. Like a race
against the clock, my heart struggles to break free. I long
for the pain to cease. Every trace
of love, that was never there, is still gone. A battle still lingers. Whoever is wrong
in their eyes, is planned to be defeated. Face
to face, eyes interlocked, it has already began. No words can express how long
this battle has been held. There was never any love, there was never any grace.
Good... bad... suckish...?