- Created By Tsutsumi24
Valentine to Me
I am resting on the grass,
On a rather rainy day.
I'm remembering our past
In a very depressing way.
Where has my sunshine gone?
Has my warm heart gone astray?
I'm still remembering our past
In a very depressing way.
As I close my eyes and think
Of something rather happy,
I remember being on the brink,
And making a Valentine to me.
So as you pass my grave,
Missing who I used to be,
Show your good side,O,do behave,
And please make a Valentine for me.
BY:ARIBELL MAEVE a.k.a. TSUMI; AGE 16; SEPTEMBER 28TH, 2009
Prick My Finger on a Thorn
Prick my finger on a thorn...
...See the anger in my mourn.
You gave me a false rose for love...
...Take back the now blood covered dove...
...Prick my finger on a thorn...
...See the anger in my mourn.
BY: me; age 15; March 29th,2009; multiple dedications
Break Me, Break Me(Burn My Heart)
Lied one too many times...
Said you loved me, how untrue.
Let me see you break me,
Shattered I become...
Let me feel you burn my heart,
Fuse blood and darkness into one.
Break me, break me, break me apart...
...Burn me, burn me, burn my heart...
...Kill me, kill me, shed no tears...
...Leave me rot for years and years.
BY: me; age 15; March 25th, 2009; dedicated to two people specifically whom I shall not name.
My Spite and God (if you are offended by me saying god, then don't read this.)
Stolen from me.
God takes those that I love.
I cannot say "goodbye" or "I love you"
Even one final time.
I've tried to be right,
And I've tried to do good.
But He steals from me.
I've become spiteful towards Him.
Who is this wonderful God
Who steals my light?
It's no wonder
Why I'm so full of spite...!
BY: me; age 15; March 23rd, 2009; obvious dedication...
Undesirable Child
Daddy left me behind,
I guess he just forgot.
Daddy is unkind,
Always telling me what I'm not.
Daddy left me home,
He was supposed to pick me up.
Daddy must not know,
He's hurting me so much.
Daddy never calls,
He must have lost his phone.
Daddy missed my call,
I guess he wasn't home.
Daddy hates me so,
He never calls me back.
Daddy doesn't know,
It is a heart he lacks.
Undesirable child to him,
It seems that must be me.
Won't anybody tell me
How this truly came to be...?
BY: me; age 15; March 9th, 2009; dedicated to myself and my father.
