i open a leather black journal and i begin to write yet.... I am not saticfied i want the world to hear my words I want everyone to know what I need to say I try to yell out to you Yet you just walk away i embrace my little back journal and look into the ebyss And... I cry I cry knowing my words mean nothing to anone else but me i morn for the loss of words I have I cringe at the thought that I can never... never never... never... never....? i can read my poem to you I can read my stories i can read my thoughts but how about you just take this Take my little black book from me and you will know me You will know every secret that is in my heart In my mind And you will know That I am not really here
Vampiress Alexandria · Thu Mar 16, 2006 @ 11:55pm · 0 Comments |