A love so strong
is my last hope
but the waits to long
i cant sit and mope
...
Dont play those games with my heart
im a big girl dont get me to start
ill move on
if you do me wrong
...
There he is across from me
a veiw that is easy to see
His hair of brown
his studying frown
...
Take my hand
and hold me tight
lets lay in the sand
during this stary nigh
...
if i could change one thing
what would be that thing
i could do good in school or just be cool
i could learn how to cook
...
My hatred burns
inside of me
how hard it was to see
wat was so plainly visible
...
Thousands of words to say
but nothing comes to mind
something easily said
but the words are hard to find
...
To me writeing is how i cry, how i laugh, and a way to fly. I have writen alot of poetry and am now just submitting newer peices. I have been writeing as long as i can remember i also rember wen i started singing that when i strted writing.)
The Realality Of Love
A love so strong
is my last hope
but the waits to long
i cant sit and mope
But if he loves me
y doesnt he say so
but could it really be
cus i wont let go
my tears in vain
i cant hold back
my hearts in pain
my soul is black
i cant forget
my broken heart
i dont regret
my only start
but i would change
wat i could
ill rearange
wat i should
to get you feeling
how i feel
and all your loving
is the real deal
a letter to send
a book to read
the verry end
that i dont need
but i love him and he loves her
its just the way
its real torture
until its my day
wen i will shine
ill have my time
the spolight will be mine