Poems from taybear
Summer. We had it all...once. It was a moment of bliss. A snapshot in time when I was yours and you were mine. Fall came into play we tried...
I haten people call me beautiful because it's all a facade because that beauty like everything else will start to fade then their left with...
And we were ghosts in our own skin. Then love that was there once has now become sin. Lust, magical, hate has all become within. To kill...
And so I cried. Not for myself or to cause a scene but because if loosing you meant loosing a piece of me then I would let you go just to...
And then he pulled me close so I said "You can't love me" "But I already do" "I'm broken" Then he kissed my hand and whispered "What's...