Scarecrows Dont' Cry.
I want to scrape the fake blue
From the sky no one bothers to enjoy anymore
I want to drag my brush whe... |
| Depression Poems | Posted: 08/12/2007 @ 7:00pm |
Waste
Time seems to creep by slower and slower,
And each heart is beating louder and louder,
Can you feel thes... |
| Fear Poems | Posted: 08/10/2007 @ 6:37pm |
I wish you knew..
Time turns to slow motion,
as my eyes meet yours,
But only for a brief second.
Then I glance away tryin... |
| Fractured Love Poems | Posted: 03/18/2007 @ 2:32pm |
