So what if I
Like eyeliner, loud music and black clothes?
Am I emo?
Images, thoughts, feelings of you run through my head
I cant forget what you said.
I want to scream out with frustration and anger
This feeling keeps getting stranger and stranger.
Some one once told me
“You’re the happiest person I know”
They don’t really know me.
Why does everything make me think of you?
Because we talked about everything.
Why do I still think of you?
Black as night,
It gives me a fright.
It’s such a sight,
Too see my heart witch is as black as night.
I can feel it in the air
I can smell your hair
As you whisper in my ear
Something only I can hear
When I think of you I smile
But all I have of you is a pile
A pile of letters,
But its as light as a feather