i'm going to count, gonna count to three
and when i'm done, baby run towards me
and when i trip you don't scream and shout
you already know what this is about
i never meant to spy on you
but when i did, oh boy, did i knew
it would all be over the moment you came
and boy did i know it was never the same
i always used to think, used to think frequently
now i understand you were just ******** with me
now that i'm awake from the dream you use to sing
i can finally see all the misery you always bring
i always sought to find the one
but she was hiding under the sun
in the darkness where she dwells
in her own self made hell
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My writings and poems
I don't think i'm a good writer. I don't even think I'm good at anything, and if you want to waste your time reading these so called 'poems' go right ahead. I'm just sorry they're not as great as I would like them to be.
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