Poems from l.c
I will not always live and yet I am always dying the only thing to balance life is the way I'm writing. It makes me think of living it makes me think of death. But it seems that when I'm writing I leave all out or less. I do not talk of living, but in my secret way. I do not talk of death, but sometimes it comes way. All I need to know to live and die is write, all I need to see is sunshine and moonlight.
Night falls and it consumes meThe darkness takes my hand I want to scream But I do not think I canMy heart is pounding From where my chest...
Blood drips from my pen It fallsAnd scatters this page with words Just as it has with so many othersI never meant to change themBut I took...
Why William did you betray me To kill my Romeo And slay meWhy was it your wayto give us our daysA number or two Way to much we went...
Living in death
without dying in life
stuck in this mode
is called suicide
So many don't know
and don't understand
Living and death ...
Break down the way that I am seen
And destroy who I once was
And then will see who can be seen
And who believes their tough
Because no...