Poems from Willow Junior
unintentinaly selfish, my nerves twitch, th
my spine it bends like the branches of an old oak tree bearing a harsh northern storm.
my mind...
so tell me.. are you proud, did u have fun...
destroying theyre creation
there is a bitter taste at the end of my glass,
once a smooth descent into the nothing.
now has become sonthing more of destestation and...
your a parasite
biting,feeding off of me
there is nothing left to give,
you took me for it all
when u think its real, just check , it shall come from no place
it will find you, we are not safe from her
the desolator of the heart is...