My No.2 PencilThere are many thought in this pencil of mine. I write them on paper from time to time. A sketch a scratch thats all it takes. Sometimes a masterpiece is what it makes. When I think a thought I write them down. It always cures my perfect frown.My No.2 Pencil
If my pencil were gone all would be lost. 15 cents thats all it costs! I use it at school. I use it at home. I use it when i'm all alone. I'll let you borrow, but please give back. Because 15 cents is what I lack.
aloneI didnt want to admit it. It was easier to lie. And hide the hurt and emptiness. To smile instead of cry. I didnt want to face the fact. My life is full of pain. And i long to stop my bleeding wrists. And maybe smile again. Cause i feel oh so forgotten. So betrayedso alone. Without a trace of forgiveness. And no soul to call my own. I didnt want to admit the fact. I cant spread my wings. And my happiness has melted. Into tears and other things. Its hard for me to hide the fact. My wishes have no home. And return to anguish. Bow myalone
all i cant saytheres so many words i cant say when i look into your eyesall i cant say
maybe youll reject me and scatter all my pride
each day my love grows stronger
but i wont let you know
theres way too much behind this
that i can never say or show
id hold you for a life time
if youd just take my hand
id ove you ilke no other
but you dont understand
the pain cts like a dagger
making wounds that never cure
so ill dream of us together
of how it could be
and i will keep this secret love
you could have had wi
Hmmm
Just thought I'd drop by and say you need to upload some of your poems. They rock. Seriously. Yeah. Byebye.
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