Poems from Lovergirl123445
If only the green leaves brightened up..If only the trees let us out of the cages..If only I was a bit more tough to deal...If only i...
The pools may be cold wet and crimson the seals maybe done and never to be gone but once when they had met maybe the cuts would somehow...
Taking a hand might as well be as hard to unseal the cuts more and more the girl may cut could it be her mind had darkened to the decaying...
One cut two cut three cuts four, How many more secrets can an arm hold? Could you keep a secret? What happens if you knew a girl who used...
The cuts and bruises shows upon ones skin but yet words and heart renching excrusiating pain turns out to be the worse with in ones mind...