Apr 14, 2005 06:01
i need someone to talk to....but yet again no one is a loser like me and up this fucking early...damn you people wake up
a poem about right now...haha...love my gay poems bitchez
another early morning
another late start
blackening my lungs
to match my black heart
my music is loud
almost deafining
a beautiful noise
surrounding me
a broken heart
stole onece again
my hopes to high
so easy to pretend
a smile on my face
im such a lie
the c.d skipped
the music died
feining for more
than just a cigarette
i fall fast and hard
its easy to regret
how easily i fall
for just inviting eyes
and someone holding me
all them nights i cry
i need happyness
im so fucked up
and having life..
just aint enough
fall in trap
misundrestood mistake
i pray to him
my soul to take
but he refuses to take it fast enough
SO IN THE END IM STILL FUCKED UP
wow...im fucking gay
goodbye