Biography of Annabel Lee
I am a girl who likes to read, and my love for writing I believe came from that at an early age.
I am the oldest of five children.
And I am homeschooled.
I have an always changing code of dress and my best color is green.
I have brownish green, 'hazel' eyes.
Oh yes, and I can sing too.
Writing of myself like this is a bit odd, so I am done. =)
Annabel Lee's Works:
Annabel Lee Poems
Take Me Home
Take me home I'm all alone. Waiting by this stupid phone. If only, if only I could of known I'd say, take me, take me home.
The cycle continues The circle goes round By the sins of the fathers The children fall down
Even when everyone see's, but no one cares. Even when your'e freezing from all the cold shoulders and judging stares. Even when your smiles fake and your heart quakes, when your resolve breaks and you've taken all you can take. Even when pain is all you feel and it takes so long to heal.
Remember? You Fell.
If I cry you a river, will you sail it to me? If I sing you a song, will you hear me? If I showed you a picture, from a memory long ago. Would you remember days filled with sunshine and Christmas's filled with snow?
Not Really A Poem
Never again, I told myself it was the end. I would never trust another 'friend'. I could never love another soul if ever again I should feel whole. And for this reason every night I would cry, pray for love and look out at an empty sky.
Memorie flash looking back holding on so far gone
I am tired of waiting. You just think I'll stay here? Waiting for forever is a waste of forever.
Cold And Hot.
Too dark to go there, so much I know there. The blood that flows there, and pain that grows there. I can see you, I want to free you,
Pride Before A Fall
Its done and you've lost, look how much pride has cost. There's no light, nothings right. There's no stregenth left, no fight.
My Generations Heartache
Pride Before A Fall
Its done and you've lost, look how much pride has cost.
There's no light, nothings right.
There's no stregenth left, no fight.
And I feel all you can not show me, I see through the fake and phoney.
You want to know me now? How?
Fear is your voice, loanliness is a choice.