Poems from Yanna1
On the outside she looks happy,
But in all reality, is she?
Most of the time it's not what you see,
But what you believe.
Read the signs...
The way he looks into my eyes,
When we touch I feel butterflies.
My heart sinks when we don't talk,
I really miss the way he walks.
I...
Standing in the cold silence
Waiting for you, for you are violence.
You sit there watching her with those evil eyes,
And somehow you caught...