Deep Poetry for Wednesday, February 2, 2011

watching the stars from my window holding my cigarette in a hand, my phone in other, wiping my heart out, from all the pain i feel, of the thought you are with her now, kills me slow every slow. sometimes i ask my self what if he loves her?? what if he found out he loved her all the time?? what if he knew that he cant leave her?? what if, what if what if what?? then my heart answers me with a sweet lie ' that you are mine'. with out noticing my eyes drops tears tears of fire, tears that burns my... Sign in to see full entry.

When some decisions have to be made Steps to be taken and yet you are undecided Which way should I go in this love arcade? I am totally confused about the last There is, the one I thought I loved first With whom does my love have the most gust? Sign in to see full entry.