Coughing and wheezing She started to cry She grabes me and holds me close I look in her eyes She tells me a secret I promised to keep It was the

To you, the unrequitted Yes, you Syllables are playing on my mind One and two and three but none comes out But do you know? Even when the words

You said love. How stupid i was to believe how wrong it sounded to hear you say that you loved me. I always knew, that happy ending’

Tell me something… When you said “I love you.” Did you mean it completely? Or in a way not true? I’m not here to

Never Should Have Kissed Me How do you tell someone, you don’t return their affection? At least, not in the same way You never said you loved

You walk off with another girl Hand in hand, Little do you know how much that sight hurts When it lands, Pretending to be joyous I turn away with a

What is love? Nothing but a lie. What is love? Something that will always make you cry I hear my mother pleading with her boyfriend on the phone I

I cry myself to sleep I curl in a ball and breathe I hide within myself till no one can see I go further and further within me I go further and

Sitting by the waters edge I now stare at a reflection of a broken man. A heart forever filled with my love for you. I cry lonesome tears with a

You havent even left, though i feel empty inside. Lost without a friend to guide. Why must you go, can’t you stay? Its my pleasure for you to

And so, with a strike of a key and a swing of the eyes, the storm was freed from its cage. I have felt its bone-chilling breath on my neck, and I

Mixed feelings boil inside my soul. I don’t know which way to go. Not sure how I ended up here or why I pursued the path I did. Games are

I may have adored this one person more than an alcoholic conceives his booze. If being honest could only be smooth. Now he has escaped my

Her pasty skin Her glazed over eyes It seems as though She has already died She has lost her hope She has lost her mind All because she Can’t

This story has a twist. Shes an artist and her stories untold so listen to this. Her paintbrush is a razor and her canvas is her wrist. Her mind is

fading away. the wind blowing my ashes. incinterated slowly i scream but no sound catches. hangin loosly to what i cannot control so i’ll

Put it all out on the line.. As it seems, for the last time. Gave it my all, Had a ball, Weaving words and speaking rhyme, Trying to find a way to

It’s all fake, This is a pretenders ball, And you lead me on the first dance, Soon to be the last I know. Standing on my feet we

I’m hopeless and sensless and slightly insane i have no label to whether i can or cannot be slain. I fear alot of things but you’re not

If I were to jog down this triangle, And rotate this sheet, And then eat the essense of no words. I would end up at Rukkie’s door. Rukkie