Jenny Molloy Poems
|1.||Never Forget You||4/26/2009|
|2.||My Alone Death!||5/3/2009|
|4.||Far Away Home||5/3/2009|
|6.||I Hate You! ! !||5/6/2009|
|7.||Crash! ! !||5/7/2009|
|9.||Roxanne My Dear Friend||4/27/2009|
|12.||I Miss It Al!||5/18/2009|
|14.||I Promass My Self! !||5/23/2009|
|17.||I Have A Name! ! !||7/13/2009|
|19.||Remember No More.||10/5/2010|
|20.||My Year! !||5/19/2009|
|25.||The Last Year! ! !||5/19/2009|
|26.||Please Dont Leave Me!||5/3/2009|
Standing out side the door to unhappiness I took my last breath of freedom.
I would of done any thing to run.
A million questions left unanswered.
Knock, please lord help me.
Knock, I held back my tears.
I could almost see your heart brake, your sole crush, your little bit of faith was gone.
I hold on to the pain of telling you, I can remember my words clearly.
I hate the fact I had to tell you.
But I just could not lie.
I had to take every thing away from you that cold morning.
The sadness over trough me, it all happened so fast.
A few words change a ...
My hero is not a like the rest, mine has changed over the years.
A 5years old would say a cartoon creation, children are inanest, they don’t know my pain.
At the age of 9 its manly a fiction carter from moves, but there not real, they are only imaginary.
As a teen we don’t use hero’s in every day life, there to child like.
I do not have a hero, I’m driftnet than them.
Mine is not fiction. Mine is not real.
I cant feel your skin any more.
You are not here.
You left me alone, in the cold