Poems from poeticeyes
what is love
is it sweet or sour
is it a scent
is it a picture
is it a sign
i dont know
but i will say i consider myself
love
i am...
i am diffrent
i have no friends
i have a big brain
im wierd
i fail sometimes
i cry alot
im sweet but im broken
i wonder how i made...
im hurting because i miss the essance of his soul the felling of being coverd and cared for 3but i wish it was a dream but its not the...
the sun sets and i forget the bitter sweet joy of your loving kiss how you use to make me want to scream and expect the love to come in...
I am a curious child through these brown eyes do i define myself undefinable though my society says otherwise in my mind i say i am...