Poems from ajadawn1217
I live in a small town and I don't have very many friends. Vice president of the Creative writing club at my school. President of the French Club.
Why care so much when all he did was hurt you?
Why do you cry when you think about him being gone?
He hurt you to no extent,
severely...
Bow down to this witch,
the witch of needles.
No,No..
Follow her down to the tavern.
Hey,
Father isn't she lovely.
You seem to like her...
Within a nightmare ballet,
You'll see her dancing and smiling with her red eyes.
Ruby red eyes and stitched smile.
Surrounded by rag dolls...
You're a gem...
no matter what you say or see.
To me you sparkle in the light.
Your smile is perfectly wrong.
Your heartbeat is...
My despair,
though entirely cliche....
is losing you.
My best friend,
the one I fought for.
Why can't you see?
Exactly what I've done for...