i'm sitting all alone
feeling all these things
wondering if its possible
to grow these sacred wings
many times i've ran
ever so far away
i pretended that i was something
that couldn't come back one day
i lost myself in me
and came out as something worse
i might as well have been dead
or at least in a hearse
i felt love thrice times
before i met you
i never could comprehend
the things that you would do
but nevertheless i found you
as though planned out by that fate
the days have grown together
as if splattered upon a plate
i grow and grow up still
into the undead
i wish so much for pain
that i become real dread
i'm hollow as i wander
deep into my thought
but at least i'm not alone
because with me you i've brought
i love you Kyle. Always and Forever.
write me something hate~filled:
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this poem is about me.....YAY!!!!!!!!!!!


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it always is now isnt it? .....lol
*
s her hubby tightly *
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