Biography of Harley Halford
i am 17.i have no dad, yes i have a father but there is a big diference between a dad and a father. yes i have a mom, sometimes...I'll report back when something happens in my life worth reporting.
Harley Halford's Works:
i was published in 6 books, and i am writing one now. Something that i hope will take the world by storm. give people a reason to know my name and know my face.
Harley Halford Poems
Hidden In The Dark
Depressed: the world crashing down on me Everyone gone, no body left No one to talk to, no one to care When I opened my eyes, I was hoping that you were there
The Final Words Of A Broken Soul
One more blow One more shove To the deepest depths I go Deprived of love
i care, i care can't you see, can't you see with out you, i could not bare with out you, another day, i would not see
the emptiness takes over and i drown in its darkness. its cold, and to climb my mountain, i give my best.
Break me, don't save me. Push me, into the fast lane. Because it's my heart that you wont keep. Thinking of you face, your smile, not being able to touch you, it drives me insane.
You've pushed me. So close to the edge. I'm gonna jump. You cant put this to a stop.
Fall, Baby Girl, Fall
You fall back, Your heart sinks, Your breathing speeds, a tear falls with every blink. You sit there and watch them walk away,
Shatter, O Beautiful One
Those eyes, green and depthless, they have a tale to tell. All bout the pain no one else knows she feels. All about how she's loved and lost those who's feelings she thought were real. Her smile is strained and fake, she struggles to keep it on her face.She takes in the pain, breaths it in like air. Her heart is cracked and broken, she tries to hide it, but you can see it on her face, o so fair.
Pull The Trigger
If your life falls apart, Then someone special broke your heart. You cry cry cry all day long,
I Am Here
You speak to me as if you know me As if you know my hopes and dreams You make this life seem so very easy But I'm smart enough to know all is not what it seems.
I'm in love with a stranger. How ironic to the point of stupidity. I see him every night, and can not figure out his lonelyness.
Maybe, do you think, it's just the thought of blasphemy that polluted his mind. What else can it be to turn his angelic face to that of someone who is greiving? As he walks under the street lamp I see the shadow that follows him, even in the darkness. I think 'I love you, please don't look so sad, let your shadow of worries drift away into the past.' He turns his head