the night that i opened my eyes
i died a little inside
she sat in my car and then cried
it's never easy telling them their goodbyes
i never knew there was something here
over couple hundreds of beers
muddied up what i thought was clear
now i'm kissing away her tears
and as surreal as my emotions had felt
i had started to melt
the cold interior is gone
replaced by the absense of belts
i'm not supposed to say no
but she doesn't say yes
and with nowhere to turn, nowhere to go
we're both left with another terrible mess
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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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