I tend to write a few lines that I hope one day to turn into something more. This tends to happen when I am trying to gt that much needed sleep but even counting sheep doesn't help........
When you told me you were leaving me, a bullet ripped through my heart
Desperately searching for a time when you still loved me.
How could I stop you, my love wasn't enough
Staring into your brown eyes hoping to find warmth
All I saw was darkness, no light to be found ..............................
Emma "sexy smile" Serene
- 16 years, 3 months, 5 days ago