Ive told him everything... My life, my secrets,showed him my body...should i regret that ...Should i get more and more attatched to him or just simply let go ... but i cant , i love him too much just to say i dont love you anymore . Missing the way he touches her and kisses her lips... And that tight grip he has on h...
Some die Some starve Some cry Most cut And they will be missed Some are alone Some are lost in a crowd Some yell out and moan Most do not voice their troubles aloud And they will be missed #1 Poetry #2 Random
The utter most inner thoughts and feelings of one who has but no other way to express them and therefore without a pen a paper she very much may spontaneously combust in an explosion of secrets bottled up for far far too long. : )
