Poems from fummala
lots of things can end in silence
a fight is fought
with words like knives
cutting the one you love
and there are too many
i'm sorries to...
I try to be perfect
Smile really big
Help everyone
Never think of myself
But sometimes It's hard
I get hurt
All those feelings i hold
start...
And then silence.
his voice is raised
you can almost hear
her cringe, he’s too far
gone too many a drink
her back against the kitchen sink...
in highschool i’ve had this nagging feeling of inadequacy
I never have enough money to buy what i want
and there is never enough time to...
Please don't yell. Please don't shout
Please don’t slam and stop about
Please give me silence, one more night of serene
back to the old...