Poems from LenaSpiral
It's late, and he's on my mind.
I usually try pretending I'm blind.
Ignoring any mental awareness that I miss him
It isn't until I speak...
Day by day
Step by step
I find myself astray.
I'm slowly picking myself up
Doing my best to fix the corrupt
pieces of me fallen apart...
The idea of love, well it makes me blush.
It doesn't fit like a glove, and is often mistaken for lust.
It doesn't trumph over evil, or...
I was never a bad kid
yet every wrong which I committed
was held against me
a reminder that I wasn't free.
And even to this day
I'm the...
I'm sick of thinking and writing about you.
I want the venemous thoughts which surround you, gone.
I used to smoke to put my mind at...