I look to the Moon, hanging aloft
Among the clouds so milky soft.
How must it feel, so high above?
So chilled and bleak and void of love.
Collapsed and sunken are his eyes,
Dark and deep as the onyx skies.
As the Moon shies from the sun,
I share no love with anyone.
The Moon is alone, without affection.
In its grim face is my reflection.
Inside my heart, the longing grows,
And rots my soul, a sickly rose.
While I look beyond this cage,
I clench my fists; they shake with rage.
I desperately stare above,
Wishing to fly, free as a dove;
For release from the troubled heart I claim,
To be finally rid of the madness and shame.
Although reprieve is found in song,
To no one does my soul belong.
In music, may the pleas be spoken,
But all in vain; the heart is broken.
The Sphere returns, begins to sigh.
We are not so different, You and I.
So twisted and fractured is the White Stone.
We both have no one; We are both all alone.
Copyright © Mike Ruff | Year Posted 2006
There she stands
Centre stage for all to see
Tall and slender
Precariously she balances.
I reach out for her
Draw her to me
My hand skims her body
Slowly reaching her skirt.
Playful fingers find hidden areas
Delighted her legs spring forth
Displaying the very beauty
Of her delicately adorned skirt.
Gaily she dances around
Dizzily twisting and turning
In the brightness of day shading
She gently tends to my needs.
Personal ballerina takes to toes leaping
Merrily bobbing up and down
As emotional to her performance
Clouds cry a thousand tears for her.
Reaching our destination
Slightly shaken, she leans
Watches me quietly drips
Against the wall.
Reminiscent of the day's fulfillment
We acknowledge one another silently
Restful knowing we shall be
One once more.
Copyright © Anna-Marie Docherty | Year Posted 2008
You have read that one poem
Over morning coffee luke warm
Then there was another
You read that one too
I flaunted yet another in the cold
Three in one day
Or at least my words to have sway
Like a dying a flower
Wrinkled from the inside out
Floundering between reality and disillusions
The crashing of the empty wine bottle on the floor
Like the church bells in the village
Announcing the words that seek to run away
For many have read the poems
As I have opened the garden gate
My torment though marches on
For I now know deep deep down in the depth
Not a soul
Has yet to read
The graveyard is not so deep
Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2016
Inside the Dishwasher everyone rushed!
Clinks, clanks, rattles, 'Ouches' and ' Ohs'!
"Would you pa--lease, settle down!" said Deb--They hushed.
"Now we can hear...let's just see how this goes."
Curious, Peter, looked out through a chinc,
And watched Vie and Chris-- approaching by twos.
They opened the door--and who do you think--
Standing there wearing her fine Jimmy Choos,
Ms Lost Sonnet!--spoke not a word--but winked.
Wilma Wine-Corkscrew, dressed in purple hues
Gave the 'all clear', and Peter spread the news.
"We're having a party Ms Sonnet, please,
Won't you join us? It's a magic party
For Peter", said Ruben Rotisserie.
Bob Blender poured her a drink--quite hardy.
Connie Candellabra was flaming bright
As Ms Sonnet swept past to the soft couch.
Carolyn Cookie Jar screamed with such fright,
"Quick! She's on fire!" Then Lost cried, "Ouch!"
"I'll save her", said Catie Collander. "Here!"
But the water leaked through her like a sieve.
Susan Spatula yelled, "Have no fear, dear!"
Yet, the fire held on and would not give--
Others tried, but could not stop the fire.
Then Peter said, "I wuw twy! I can do it!
With 'Awwy, I can fwy! Way up highya!
Togethwa, we can save Ms Wost Sonnet!
Awwy is my fwend. He tawks funny, too!
He's aw the way fwom Engwand and he is
My Supwa Cape! So I can fwy! It's twue!
No H's wive theaw--his name is wike this:
'Awwy--not Hawwy." So now, they all knew.
"Did I 'ear some bloke colling my name?"
"Yes! 'Awwy, me! We've Ms Sonnet to save!"
Harry Handtowel--AKA, Super Cape--fame
Was now on the neck of Peter the Brave!
With no hesitation quickly they flew,
Smothered the fire and saved just one shoe.
Brittle and weak, Lost needed more than glue...
"She needs magic! Oh! Paweeze! What can we do?"
"Peter...we only made enough for you".
Said Carol Crock-pot. They all cried, "Boo Hoo..."
"Then give huw my magic! That's what you do!"
So quickly they sprinkled the magic brew.
Ms Sonnet was greatful--then said, "Adieu".
"Peter, you've done well," said Anne Assam Tea,
"Let's all have a cup'a tea and you'll see...
"'Magic's believing in yourself, --frankly,
Do that--and you can do--anything!"
*Special appearance by "Lost Sonnet", courtesey of David Williams...with much gratitude, thank you all for appearing ;)...Peter has many adventures to come...big hugs, love you all, cap'n deb
Copyright © Deborah Burch | Year Posted 2012
I kissed July's hot tangerine lips
swam in cool aquamarine eyes
basked in blond and honey rays
dreamed in mango pomegranate sunsets
of lime hillsides and marmalade roses
Years of sweet citrus passed in golden hours
One day I woke
to find translucent eyes
in burnt sienna
as trees wept leaves
in burgundy and olive
Soon the eyes
were frozen in powder
Ashen shadows blew
across barren groves
of spindled spruce
with December's lonely moon
But from my fire lit window
I hold fast to memories
of daffodils and oranges
mingled with the burn
of lemon tears
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Copyright © Dale Gregory Cozart | Year Posted 2017
I was as high as the eyes could see
A giant dark cloud of pure misery
I seemed to roll as one with the wind
A giant black wall that had no end
I stripped the land and left it bare
Of the lives I destroyed, I didn’t care
Those who stayed I covered in dust
As their children died I broke their trust
From my hell many families did flee
Left to wander homeless in misery
I changed the word these words are true
Black Sunday brought darkness on you
I didn't see any direct link but just goggle
pictures of the dust bowl and you will see
what i have written for Brian's Contest.
The Dust Bowl - Alexandre Hogue - 1937
Copyright © Michael Jordan | Year Posted 2009
I am the ghost of heartaches past
I'm love's dark contrast
That empty seat
Beside you when you eat
The tear stains on your pillow case
I'm that new wrinkle on your face.
I am the gremlin of "What if?"
If you catch my drift
Who's biggest theme
Is to haunt all your dreams
I'm that loud echo in your life
That constant nagging extra strife.
I am that cold spot in your bed
I'm words left unsaid
I'm anger won
I'm promises undone
I'm that thing left to chance
I'm Lady Loneliness.....
Would you care to dance?
Timothy I. Brumley
Copyright © Timothy Brumley | Year Posted 2010
The night approaches me again and you're not here still with me
And here under my breath I call your name and I watch your loving face
And there among the dark shadows you'll come back again the same
I hear your haunting tune and I know that you'll be waitin' this time for me.
Release me from all this pain I'm sufferin "Come to me"and just take my hand
Hold me in your arms so tight and please never ever let me again go
Together we'll dream of that other time and fly away to that magical time band
There is no other place like this in heaven or earth where our love can only but glow.
Join me here tonight,hear my voice into the night and just be mine for all time
Come to me right now and give me all your love before the night is carried away
Let me kiss your lips,caress and love you all night til we both see a brand-new day
Disperse all the dark shadows in which I exist,come to me and be mine for all times.
Dorian Petersen Potter
July 18, 2010
This poem amongt many others that I'd written in my life,had been inspired by
my very favorite and most beloved vampire character of all time,
"Barnabas Collins" from the most popular daytime soap opera series ever
produced on T.V. in my opinion, "Dark Shadows." This whole DVD collection is most
And Jonathan Frid is so awesome!
Copyright © Dorian Petersen Potter | Year Posted 2010
Do you wish to taste
the succulent flower
as she grows, anxious, in the garden?
Morning’s blush arouses
her soft pink petals
and they become warm and moist with dew
A sweet musky scent fills the air
It calls to you
and you cannot resist
Her sultry aroma
holds the promise
of unabashed ecstasy
open and eager
She is ready to be exposed
You brush against her petals
and she quivers
You caress her
for she is inviting
Velvet smooth perfection
She is yours to possess
You reach for her
and take her
You hold her close against you
And for a brief moment
she is all you know
She is a prize,
to be put in her place
You display her
so others will know your worth
Sadly, she sits alone
in her vase,
withered and undesired
Copyright © lisa verdon | Year Posted 2007
Darkness lays awake,
waiting upon her breaker.
The one that lies upon her and whispers to go,
leave behind nothing that you covered with your soul...
Yet she knows she does not need to hear these words
to initiate her departures; she could velvet herself
and ghost over the world so simply.
like a cloth dip in red wine; enveloping the color,
but not savoring the need of intoxication.
wanting to feel his warmth,
wanting to feel his glow over her body,
that truly in a way, makes her disappear,
for the world forgets her till she comes again.
torturing herself, for every ray of light cuts her skin,
but she is not masochistic.
Why does she stay?
Why does she endure?
He's coming, slowly over her...
Rises in such an ill manner, That you would think
he would give up an descend once more.
once more so he could ponder and wish;
all more to the dreamer that stays asleep in his wake.
How he wants to be one of these creatures that get to roam
inside her skirt, laugh between her legs, and rest upon her bosom.
so much of it heat rises, why he still feels the need to cry...
He feels her fleeting,
never ever seeing her, her known only by his touch.
His eyes stay close needing, pleading, seething,
just to see
just to see her
He stands fully now and the world is smiling,
but he is not.
Copyright © Jessica Arteaga | Year Posted 2010
It crept up on me by surprise.
You were like a gift from God.
So sweet and tender you were the perfect
You'd kiss me so softly touch me so gentle.
Every moment was like heaven.
I'd close my eyes only to think of you.
And open them only to realize it was a dream.
A dream is what you were.
A pigment of my imagination.
Every touch, Every kiss was just a halusination.
Everything I thought you were or could be left me hurt and
The man I've been waiting so long for.
The one that would love me like no other.
Not afraid to show any emotions.
I believe how deeply you loved and cared for me.
Only to find out you never existed.
Copyright © Dominick Perry | Year Posted 2006
I pricked my finger
on a thorn of Voodoo roses
felt the stab of crimson
and sweet burn of saffron
in a tequila sunrise
I smelled apples but tasted oranges
as a clock chimed with mockingbirds
in the chartreuse trill of Spring
Summer's cerise burn passed
in a steamy haze
with the glistening sting
of hazelnut sand between my toes
and the white capped kisses
of salty teal on my face
before the cresting of absinthe foothills
One chill morning dew appeared
on pointed leaves as wisps of cirrus
sped in a porcelain sky
and salt lay on my cheeks
not of bright Pacific dreams
As I groped for apricot skies
rose petals fell and curled like ashes
acrid as whiskey and bitter as gin
lost in the gust of October's amber swirl
April's scarlet whisper was silent
in Autumn umber
the seasons having passed
in a sapphire moment
with the piercing shimmer
of Voodoo roses in bloom
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Copyright © Dale Gregory Cozart | Year Posted 2017
The Sun will bring the light
It makes your day so bright
"I'll be here, I'll be here" said he
The light would bring eternity.
The moon shines with the star
That makes your wish went far
"I'll be here, I'll be here" said she
My moon light would bring eternity
The sun and the moon met one time
They never met each for a long time
"How are you? How are you?"asked they
Then both days and nights are gay.
One day the moon went away
And the sun was left and turns to gray
"Where are you? where are you?"asked he
But no response was heard for glee.
Copyright © Angelo Faunillo | Year Posted 2015
How it must hurt you so on days like this,
Walking around with a frown clutching your fist.
Hearing the words that are meant to anger you,
Confused you cry because there is nothing you can do.
Your mind is playing tricks on you driving you to say,
I hate you all and the games you play please just go away.
Trusting nobody you are not sure which way you sould go,
It's not real and all in your head is what you do not know.
Waiting to see just what tomorrow will possibly bring,
All will be perfect and you wont rememver a thing.
Your thoughts they torement you almost every day,
Each night asking our Lord why your life is this way.
Feeling so alone thinking there is nobody who cares,
But actually there is so many but you are not aware .
If only you would hear me so you might begin to see,
You must believe in yourself if you want to be free.
You must have some faith if you are to understand ,
What God has in store for you and what he has planned.
All the hurt and anger will soon begin to disappear ,
You'll stand up tall again facing life with no fear.
Please remember always that you are never alone,
By listening with your heart your path will be shown.
Copyright © TIMOTHY CARTER | Year Posted 2013
Don't explode yet
Let yourself bleed
Don't close your door yet
The pain can cure anyhow
The cure to your wound
Is the thing that broke you
Close your door only to her.
Copyright © Elektra Real | Year Posted 2012
WINTER FAIRES AND RETURN TO THE FOREST
This is one poem in the collection. They are a series of poems that tell a story. The story is about a war. A battle between wills and power struggles of any type. In this poem series fairies fight for for the sake of sanity. Making life livable even after human traumas. It is the will to survive when chaos seems to be in control. Escapism is the only way for survival of the life in a spirit.
The Fairies bring joy, wonder and a grasping of imagination in order to smile and appreciate innocence in a world of bleakness.
TRYING TO FIND HOME
“Awe,” the radiance; so bright.
Then, follow it, with all might.
The road course shall lead by day
Rocks, turns, stickers and curves
My prejudiced thoughts;
Lofty visions of you.
Fiery images deflect a golden hue.
Imagined you, bronzed, dazzling, and vein.
We danced; then came the rain.
Caught too long there.
Idol thoughts; so dear.
Washed away; with my tear.
My arms bound, and mouth sealed.
Woven. Hey! What’s the deal?
OH, My God! I’ve Been Caught!
The coven’s web intently taut!
The feast I am. His delight.
Oh, fairy friend! By the firelight!
Here I am!
Now the spiders home virtually unseen,
Vaguely tucks into that corner beam.
But, see the dim light, growing so bright?
A fairy severs the silk, so tight.
And, falling from the web of fright.
Still arms tangled by silk threads
Pushing out bracing the fall
The spider and the fairy brawl
Wham, Bam, to and fro, from the deathly fight they bow
Looking, whom’s, my fairy friend? Noticing it must be Joe.
Underneath the spider
Joe waves thumbs up, You’re alright!
Now run like hell! To the light!
Run away little bait!
For, the fate of the firefly might be too late…
©2010 Bonnie Jennings All Rights Reserved FS
Copyright © Bonnie Jennings | Year Posted 2016
Searing love does not fade
It simply lies in wait in hollow partitions
Prone to sudden gusts
These come in waves
Some driving brusque prickles
Others curling unhinged senses
into further disorder
Yet others stirring a cruel blend of
The waves prompt a light-headed
About confidence in a fractured shell
About love with no one to tell
They commit to change
But winds carry a familiar scent
Songs are about us
And she’s in every silhouette
The scent and songs
swirl around the hollow partition like dreams
Walls are tested
to the point of rapture
there is no one to tell
Memories merge with the scent and songs
Crafting a cogent immunity to time
Our past is fused
Changing seasons bear credence
to the tenet of hope
But tomorrow hangs on meanings
crammed into last words
And searing love seeks deliverance…
there is no one to tell
Copyright © Lebo Bopalamo | Year Posted 2013
Spoke clear words
That he couldn't even
Copyright © harmony raymond | Year Posted 2016
Like the sea and the beach was my love story,
Side by side, we walked to glory
The sands of her love were the reason for my existence
Seasons changed, the horizon watched from a distance,
Pulling her towards him, rising tides,
Irony it was, the beach cries
Into the sea, she couldn't notice,
A tear in the sea, one cannot protest,
Water water everywhere, not a tear that she could see,
Water water everywhere, the sky now cried into the sea,
She couldn't help but see the rains,
The rainbow, overpowering the beach's pain,
She rose higher, the horizon smiled,
Stars he had for her inclined,
The beach had nothing but shells to gift,
The sea, smiles at the sky and drifts,
Horizon meets the sky, the rains have spoken,
While the sea shells lie broken,
They kiss and love for her is awoken,
A rainbow marks their love's token
The beach turns cold as the sky starts to snow
He loved her enough to let her go
Copyright © Samay Raina | Year Posted 2015
LAST NIGHT MY HEART WAS HEAVY AND MY SPIRIT WAS WEAK.
I WAS TOTALLY NUMB WITH NO WORDS TO SPEAK.
I SAW PEOPLE WHO HAD WALKED THROUGH MY LIFE WHO WERE NO LONGER ON THIS EARTH.
I WANTED TO CRY BUT NO TEARS CAME FROM MY EYES NOTHING BUT JOY CAME UPON ME.
I REALIZED THAT THEY HAD TO LEAVE FOR A REASON THEY WERE NO LONGER SUFFERING.
I GOT TO TALK TO THEM AND BE IN THEIR PRESENCE BUT THEN ALL OF A SUDDEN I WOKE UP AND IT WAS ALL A DREAM.
I BECAME SAD AND THEN I KNEW THIS WAS ALL MEANT TO BE SO I LET IT GO.
KEEPING THEM IN MY HEART AS I GO WITH THE FLOW.
Copyright © Quondreika Cheatham | Year Posted 2012
Do I see the thing's
That I truly see
Are You My Love
Could this dream'
Really be true
Copyright © Gary Fields | Year Posted 2012
The fire that others fear
is the heat i long to bear...
I usually have despair
but anyway who cares??
This life cant be so fair
Everything is going wrong
and its kinda taking long.
I feel like an old worn out shoe
i am not very new. .
Its like am in the wrong place
and everything is happening in some
kind of race...
Keeping up with things today,
is harder than my words can say
for every time i think am strong
there i fall on many thorns...
and all i can tell me is that am
Human so i pick up my personal
pieces and rise again..
Life is like a maze
so i just sit here and gaze
i sit all by myself for no one can
understand better than i ..
Anyway, my wrist is the prisoner
holding in my life's blood.
I ponder the emptiness of my
its like nobody loves me....
I must belong somewhere
i need to show who i really am
there's too many words i can't spell
my slick slippery heel is a banana peel
Maybe someday i will heal
from these feelings down here
No one will understand,
definitely not in this land....
Copyright © Lisa Pensulu | Year Posted 2015
I've never thought that i would feel this way,
But it finally happened somehow someday;
And i drowned in the deep oceans that looked at me.
I got dazzled by this smile everytime i see
These petals opening softly revealing wonderful pearls;
And everytime this breeze fonndles my skin, my heart twirls.
How i wish to stay forever in this acropolis of passion!
How i admire those two loyal guards fulfilling their mission!
Look at the heavens sparkling in those skies
Making it hell when it comes to goodbyes...
But some dreams are meant to never come true,
Like the one of falling asleep next to you
Because, as they say, the moon is not allowed to rise on the majestic wooden cross
But what a shame of this culture and what a terrible loss...
I had to accept to fall back on earth
A place where cruelty took birth!
Even though they broke my wings, i'll climb as high as i can get
To try and find the heavens that i would never forget.
Copyright © dreamersis poems | Year Posted 2014
the morning dew...
Copyright © JSLambert Mister ROBOTO | Year Posted 2011
The phrase "Music to my ears" has been injected toward the
wrong part of my body, and most unpleasantly personified.
There is a record player that I let skip and scratch on purpose, hearing
colorful sound of life back when truth kept us both inside the lines.
I thought order was helping me draw closer to you, while you began on the next
page without me. The needle digs it's way into my ape-shaped forearm.
I'm directed by the guitar string shaped veins
that only play notes in the keys of D# E# A# F# and the sharp sounds pierce
my perception to the point I can hardly hear your voice anymore.
At times, listening to the same old sad song on repeat makes me think
that I am just an old soul getting repeatedly tossed around in God's
big barrel of human paradox. "Lord what was I made for? Surely it wasn't
to repeat the mistakes of my forefathers, because I'm certain I am the
only one you molded with forearms so large, that the record got lost
and forgot how to spin in circles. Music is all about art, and art all about
perception. Perception has nothing to do with your eyesight, and
you use your ears to envision the painting on a blank canvas before picking
anything else up but sound waves. I drive myself crazy sometimes when
I think that my inspiration is speeding away from me in the
opposite lane, but I didn't even ask for directions. Mostly because I'm a man,
a stubborn one at that, and I always think I know where I'm going.
But this time, I swear I had gotten the map right. So I transformed my open
hands into tight fists to make music burst out of my arms, and the needle went
faster and faster until it broke off, and the high pitched vibration
disintegrated the steel into my own blood. I blame myself for letting this
be the first time to let myself draw some air into my body. A surgery of
scalpels cutting into my physical, and an orchestral symphony of sutures,
threading my life back together again. My blue blood turns crimson as it kisses the air.
Why do we associate the color red with life and vibrancy, when it clearly shows that we are letting our own blood run down our arms? Why do so many women where red lipstick; the kind that sticks to your collar, screaming to your wife that you clearly sinned?
Why do we see sin so clearly; transparent enough for others to correct us before we really we even grasp the desire to fix ourselves? AND WHY IN THE WORLD IS THIS MUSIC PLAYING SO LOUDLY NOW; when my needle broke off into my body a long time ago, and I can hardly hear you anymore.
Good thing my life's song still isn't completely written yet. Let's add a more positive climax to this. One drawn in harmony.
Copyright © Spenser Jones | Year Posted 2012
If these walls could talk? I know they can.
I hear them whisper every night.
They do not speak unless it’s dark
And quiet down at morning’s light.
The corner wall’s the very worst,
The one that’s nearer to my bed.
He is a blatant listener,
Repeating every thing that’s said.
I heard him tell the walls and chairs,
“I hear her crying in her sleep.”
I can’t see why he doesn’t know,
There are some secrets he should keep.
“She holds her pillow to pretend
She’s not alone in that big bed.”
Walls have no hearts so they can’t feel
The sorrow when loved one is dead.
Now that I am left alone,
Their whispering is hard to bear.
As I have said, walls have no hearts
And little sympathy to share.
Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2012
Wade through the lake’s water so shallow,
A woman & a man hands entwined like a gallow.
Wade did she,
Wade did he.
Above their necks the furious waters rose,
Trod they together steps softly with no morose,
Spellbound they moved without a care,
Deeper and deeper where no one would dare.
Trod they further unto the middle they reached,
Realized she now an early vow she had breached,
No further she could wade,
But bitter memories afar refrained they to fade.
Drifting by now so weak was she,
So clasped them eyelids so all she could see was he,
A time came on when a boat roared by,
A wave it created ,it washed her eyes.
The heady din grown a was peaking,
Alas! Her dream was at an end that she was seeking.
The fingered band, beacon it began,
A time had come her life to regain.
Realized, she that moments spent in love,
Will fly away now like the dove.
Struck her like a bolt to her love away,
Will he take me home today?
Guessed she by now that the time was over for her space,
And on the pathway her love left behind in a cold place.
A now thinks she that dwells in another dimension,
Poor man left aghast to brood and fate too cruel to mention.
Ghastly her act ,in all this land had never been,
People shun now the disheartened lover whenever he be rarely seen.
Stares does he strangely at the door,
For he believes that the path will bring her once more…
Copyright © sashi prabhu | Year Posted 2011
my dearest my nearest
my desire seen the clearest
my love my heart
my dream forever sought
my hope my wish
my picture of bliss
my aim my goal
my love so many times told
my precious my child
mine for a little while
my best my blessed
my truest tenderness
my kiss my carress
my world nothing less
my loss my gain
my wisdom born in pain
my turn my chance
my desprite try at romance
my screams my tears
the death that i most feared
my coveted my adorned
my possession forlorned
mine for a little while
oh how i miss your smile
Copyright © john loving iii | Year Posted 2011
I wish I was young
What can I hear
What is happening
Crying over past memories
What do I do now
I can’t fly
I am sick
For the lesson of God
I am asleep
Copyright © Moses Samandar | Year Posted 2013
THERE IS NOTHING HERE FOR YOU NOTHING I CAN NO LONGER GIVE MY HEART TO YOU!
SO YOU CAN TEAR IT TO PIECES THE LOVE I HAD FOR YOU IS GONE I SHOULD'VE KNEW ALL ALONG THAT YOU WERE NOTHING BUT TROUBLE.
BUT I WAS BLINDED BY LOVE AND YOUR GOOD LOOKS SOMETHING INSIDE KEPT TELLING ME TO STAY AWAY.
BUT YOUR CHARM WOOED ME ANYWAY BUT NOW I CAN SEE WHERE THIS IS GOING AND I AM GOING TO STOP IT WHILE I AM AHEAD.
I AM GOING ON ANYWAY WITH MY IFE WHETHER YOU ARE IN IT OR NOT I AM HAPPY WITH ME AND WHAT I HAVE ACCOMPLISHED IN MY SHORT PERIOD HERE ON EARTH.
I GAVE MY ALL TO YOU I GAVE MORE THAN ANYTHING ESLE BEFORE NOW I CAN SEE YOUR TRUE COLORS.
NOW I CAN BE FREE AND BE WITHOUT YOU THERE IS NOTHING HERE FOR YOU TO SEE.
WE WERE NEVER MEANT TO BE SO GOODBYE!
Copyright © Quondreika Cheatham | Year Posted 2012