11:36 pm. I was a bit traumatised I'm doing everything wrong He knew, he approached and started yelling. Apparently I have brain damage.
By Bobby / author6 years ago in Poets
At night is when the hurricane hits. There I was laying in my stone cold bed where I look peaceful and sweet. Deep inside I was drowning in my thoughts that keep me up til 3.
Rip my chest, take my heart and break it For there is no way for me to erase it. The memories you left and the pretty words you said
Roses are red Violets aren't blue I'm not sure what love is so I'm just gonna talk about you. You said something funny and I laughed at your joke.
We talked all night and it felt nice but why do I feel like we didn't do enough? All I did was just listen and that was it.
You are like a bubble If ever I hold you closer You disappear. Like a blizzard You are stone cold If ever I try to hold you with my warm hand