Every moment without you, it's like my heart skips a beat Every day without you, is a day that ain't complete If you can look past my flaws, and possibly forgive That's another day happier that I shall live But if you can't, and want me to just leave I'll go, but I love you, that you can believe This is my first poem ever, right off the dome go easy on me
Nice, nice. I guess I'll post one of mine. I never share so. The boy with the wings Is too shy to cry While dreams of pretty things Will never come alive And the girl with the kicks Is always up to her tricks While the hand on her clock Is just about to stop The boy is always the same So full of shame Falling and falling And never calling His mother waits by the door And it's already half past four And the girl is supposed to be in bed But she's out exploring instead City lights, so bright Board under her feet She's so full and free And the boy's in a panic As the girl flys around the door And swerves in the street Where they finally meet And it's half past six And the girls clock Stops it's tick
When she's angry she'll take out a pack of cigarettes, light them up and let out a breath. She's mad, she's mad, seeing red, seeing her own sorry death. There's a rope and there's a knife, and she's ready to take her life. What's the use, what's the use, to keep up with this pathetic ruse? "You're not fooling anyone, sweetheart." is her mother's painful remark. The lighter burns and she slowly inhales, raking her skin with her own red nails. The smoke she breathes is the one she exhales. Gone.