Post by x9xlinzx9x on Sept 19, 2006 19:06:26 GMT -5
this poem has potential. and thats about it.
Garbage
I lie awake staring
At a wrinkled picture of you
I feel the rage slowly
Building up
How could you do this
To me after all that time
How do you throw me away
Like I don’t mean a thing to you
I gave you my heart
Trusted you to keep it safe
Turns out you threw it
Away too…
Garbage
I lie awake staring
At a wrinkled picture of you
I feel the rage slowly
Building up
How could you do this
To me after all that time
How do you throw me away
Like I don’t mean a thing to you
I gave you my heart
Trusted you to keep it safe
Turns out you threw it
Away too…
