

Smile.MadnessSmile.
Not so unlike me and you There are so many, and so few. We understand the other side, We understand the forgotten bride.
Madness creeps through our veins Making us one and the same So different from the rest They call us a fucking pest
Madness is what we are. Madness is who well be. Madness is what will become. Madness is what has begun. Madness is what makes you smile,
When the world is oh so Vile.
Smile you sick fuck. Smile.


Endless MadnessDoes the screaming ever end? Does the crying? The sighing?Endless Madness
The tears? Or the fears?
Does the madness stop?!
Does it ever cease to be?!
Is there ever a time, When peace is all you hear?
As I sit here and write, Im plagued by question after question. I dont care what you make for dinner! You stupid stupid sinner.
I long to lay with Him on the couch, Where I am not afraid to slouch.
I long to get lost in His eyes of blue, With the yellow ring that reflects the perfect hue.
I long to forget


The Moments AfterAs I lay on my bed, Thoughts of you bounce around my head. I can still hear your heart beneath my ear, It calms my darkest fear. I can still smell you on my clothes, With you that near I have no foes. I can still feel the warmth of yout bare skin,The Moments After
I wish no for other men. I can see your face when I close my eyes,
and it washes away a thousand sighs.


Easily Towers Over YouAnd so we meet Upon a dark and lonely street You look at me,Easily Towers Over You
I glance at you Somehow I know you can see right through
Endless are your eyes to me On and on they seem to see You force a smile I feel the need to spit something vile
You broke my heart in three So painlessly I never stood a chance When you gave me that second glance It was a timeless dance
Two so perfect. Yet flawed through and through
Attempted to love Attempted to be And look who got hurt! Was it you or, Was it me?
And so we
LOVE YOU!
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When you smiled you had my undivided attention. When you laughed you had my urge to laugh with you. When you cried you had my urge to hold you. When you said you loved me, you had my heart forever."
<WRITTING A C0MM3NT>
=3 =3 =3 =3 =3 =3
WEEEEE! *runs into a wall*
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fails so epicly it's a win
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Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, and therefore is winged Cupid painted blind
The fool doth think he is wise, but the wise man knows himself to be a fool
AWESOME poetry, does mr.welk know you write?
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Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, and therefore is winged Cupid painted blind
The fool doth think he is wise, but the wise man knows himself to be a fool
yes! thats what i call a story, good plot, i love gory books, lots of blood, (my mom likes em too) (chey. that's better than Saul, or King) you should be proud of the tremendous detail.
Do you think Mr. W would like it? or is it too "inappropriate" -i think he'd send you to the counselor- just kidd
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