its going to be a good day.

If only i could breathe… maybe then i can make you believe.. and let me retrieve a dead love, today i have had enough, maybe i deserve to live a hell, listen to the devils satanic bells, heroes fell, dreams are easy to sell, a heartbreak story is hard to tell, i mean good and well, however, i cant bare the weather, blowing me away like a feather.

Tonight ill fall victum to the bong, crying over this love song i wrote, painfully im cursed to be a poet, beautifully i am contagiously truthful at writing dangerously beautiful rhymes, i cant tell the time, but i know i should be executed for my crimes, i know i cant say my bad, sadly im still screwing up, its like what the fuck, is this truly my luck, i must truly suck at relationships, because i always cause vicious tears, inspiring fears till her eyes perspired, i think its a good thing she move on, her life can keep moving along, cause i cant help but do wrong, i wish i told destiny get out of my life, that aussie girl woulda been my wife, i hate to admit, but i cant walk alone, with finding me carving her name deeper into my heart stone, i wish i could part with this phone, maybe then i wouldnt stalk her so much, i only wish i could touch her face, lace up my shoes beside her, and confide with her and decide if this lie is worth it to birth a new pain that has drained me to become insane.

Life is falling outta my sight, im losing my reason to fight, i hate you destiny, you were always fucking testing me, i hate you sheanna, wish you would make like a banana and split before you lit me on fire, and most of all fuck you chelsea, you quite hurt me, i hope you can see, that the only person i havent declared my hate at, is the only one who ever made me smile, even if my happiness was vile, for awhile knowing she was happy, to bad i fucked up and cant even say i can forget it, because i cant stop regretting it, life is like a push up, you can stay down and drown in your self doubt, or push up and hold strong to yourself, atleast to me, death before we part is a rather good start, i dont see me getting another chance, all i can pray for is a change, because watching the video of her and her niece, made me cry and feel deceased in front of my sister, my heart is like a blister, i wish it popped already, so i could show her, how ready i am to do anything for her, even if that is take it steady.

I dont really care about the comments. Only one persons im really going to read. Funny how she probaly wont so..

 

Thank you.

 

Bump bump.

 

Ans thank you.. i thought i post that days ago. Seems it didnt

 

I still like this poem..

 

I find myself posting here again.

 

But its going to be a jolly good day!

 

after i go potty

 

I hope i bunped this thread.

 

Now to go potty.. and hope she reads this. Lol