Three little birds sat on my window (yesterday) and they told me I don't need to worry.
Desperate lies, desperate lies.
They didn't come today and I felt lonely, sadness twisted like a knife inside.
Summer came like cinnamon so sweet, but then turned bitter and ugly,...
Beaten & up down, somber and lonely.
Screaming and crying inside.
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My Poems, My Life, My Chaos...
PoetryThese are just poems that I've written since the age of thirteen, =) Most of are freeverse or song poems, and some I may have forced to rhyme. * smiles sheepishly*
