Sick twisted and dark. (Page 4) brookeatwell: Lemonade You took my hand You said, lets go play pretend. Lets run with scissors, and play with knives. Until someone wins over, the loss. Papercuts meant nothing, But who got the toy car was everything.. I miss the days when life was simpler. I miss the days that we knew nothing. The comfort of our parents was all we knew... But now when we make lemonade, Its just salt in the wound. So lets...disinfect my heart with lemon juice. Help me mellow out that deep and painful wound. Theres still cuts and bruises from when i scraped my knee. Riding my bike, pretending we were free. Now im waiting For that bitter sweet meloncholy. That taste of lemonade to set me free. LoisS: Roses are blue My violets are dead, Im a little tired and should go to bed But here I sit and there I stare.. JHC I think I just saw a bear...... Roses are red Violets are Blue I clearly haven't got anything better to do..... LoisS: Same dances in the same old shoes, You get too careful with the steps you choose. You don't care about winning, but you don't want to lose.... Happy Vally Day and drink some booze Nasty Boy: I grasp her firmly to life she springs a smile she sports and mmm she sings The night has begun but i have won Her taboo heart fiddly diddly dum Lilith___: Roses are too red once you said. Dandelion is your mind I want to blow it and leave you refined. LoisS: Violets are purple You cant resist my charms We had a bonding moment and now I have tied up your arms (you didnt think I was going to rhyme something with purple did you)
dayanosorio605: Roses are a dred, And violets are a trend, Why dont you lie next to me until you are dead. LoisS: Violets are yellow Roses do die I had this fella His name was Cy He was sweet he was true and he never did lie I hugged him tight one day and popped out his eye d6041429sea51: My darkest poetry is THE FACT I HAVE been PLAGIARISED and it's extremely hard to trust to continue as someone is using your voice! Poetic Souls should Always Sing ...Not Share the Stage *This is when I was 13 yo and she's living a lie like a mental problem, and I will have to tell this to court. Have fun. Write everything down. Write everyday. (Edited by d6041429sea51) Nasty Boy: To that special Wireclub someone I've been STALKING!!!!!: Roses are black Dripping in red If I can't have your heart I'll take your head | poems Chat Room Similar Conversations |