three short poems. the 1st i wrote with my friend when we were bored, and the last one i wrote the same day when i was bored alone.


three shorts

nothing can describe the way i feel

all these feelings they dont seem real

wondering what im gonna do

all mixed up, thinking of you

so watch me fall apart

trying to mend my broken heart
(by me and petra)



you left me,
in the ruins of my fantasy
there will be no happy ending
fary tales are just pretending



with this poison pure

drips down my throat, the closest cure

drowns my sorrow

and my fear of tomorrow...

with this poison pure






Poetry by andrea
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Written on 2006-06-29 at 06:05

Tags Heart  Fantasy  Poison 

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Kathy Lockhart
I am running out of adjectives to describe your talent. So I will simply say," Baby You Are Good!" :) kathy
2006-06-29