

poetry.But i love youpoetry.
Will you be there when i die kiss me one final time catch me when i fall and bleed would you even wanna cry while you watch me slowly die watching as my blooddrips rolling off my finger tips drips onto the floor making puddles more and more hearing all my bloody cries watch tears roll from my eyes gasping for one final breath pain swells up in my chest spreading through my arms and legs numb but i can still feel pain i try to regret nothing but that is so hard to do when all i hear is "but i love


No poetryNo poetry was written, No fairytales were read. As if it was forbidden, By the monsters in her head. And all they thought was silly,No poetry
Was quickly thrown away. By a girl who had to grow up, By a girl who couldn't play.
All her dreams and fantasies,
All her fears and hopes. Thrown in a bag of garbage,
Balloons and skipping ropes. The teddybears and puzzles,
All had to retreat. For new puzzles in her head,
She never would complete.
No poetry was written, No fairytales were told. Her eyes spoke of a sad tale,
Her ha