I look at the world through
dark brown eyes.
Noone sees what truly goes on
behind the
...
I have a beautiful angel.
She is just but three.
I have a beautiful angel.
She loves to sing.
...
As the tears begin to fall
the blood starts to pour out.
As the glint of the razor catches
the candle light the scene unfolds.
...
I am covered in glass to hide my inner shell,
yet my glass is breaking, I can not keep
this act up forever.
I want to shed my outer layer and show
...
Every day you watch her,
as she struggles to put on her face.
Eyeliner, mascara, and her
broken smile.
...
i remember every second we
had together.
i remember the first time we kissed,
how we were so scared.
...
They say we all have our
own paths that we must follow.
They twist and turn,
and entwin in other paths.
...
At valentines day we all
cut out little paper hearts,
then we hand them to the
people we want to be our valentine.
...
As the rain splatters on
my face my stress seems
to simply wash away.
As the coolness sweeps
...