Honey, Do you remember that sad story I told you on that one cold dreary night? the night you almost broke my heart and I cried and pleaded for you not to leave my side?
By Mystica Ramirez3 years ago in Poets
Don’t look back I’m already gone Don’t visit me I’m not home But yet here I will be When you find the key To true happiness
The rose petals are my life, The thorns, let it be my sorrow , The leaves are my hope because I wait for a better tomorrow,
My heart breaks, as my soul cries out, I feel the pain; the ache of careless words he spout, echoes in the darkness, the abyss of my mind,