Poems from MirandaAdams
Guess I'm On Here To Write, To Be Discovered, Or To Try And Make Something Of Myself. Or, Maybe I'm Just Lost?
remember me as being happy. don't look to deep into my depression nowpretend that i was all smiles an joypretend that i am off on a journey...
Once lived a a young womenShe had stringy hair of gold that hung so delicately from her bony, pale white shouldersShe was a mystery, from...
The blade runs across your skin, cutting deep into your soulYou ponder, lost in thought You ask yourself, "why am I doing this?"You hate...
Remember when you laid next to me in my bedYou remember, yeah don't you?Covers over us and bodies pressed togetherYou loved me, didn't you?...
Damn, I just lost my fucking blade againCuts all on my thighs, what a fucked up work of art Broke the pencil sharpener today at...