i cannot sleep without thinking of you
i cannot breathe without speaking to you
my feelings are/were strong
i love you...
i love you...
they have been this way all along
my heart had taken to you
yet we have not met
how can this be? (even if for now its been msn and phone)
its so hard to even...
First poem
its not you, its me
im feeling downtrot
but its not your fault
can i burden you again?
if its better to not
to stand outside
lying in on the floor
crawling my way through
the doggy door
Second poem
is this a dream?
where is my pinch
how much have i lost
what has become of us
you...
your in a room with 2 doors. Both doors are guarded. One of the doors will lead 2 death, the other 2 freedom. Now one of the guards will always lie. And the other will always tell the truth. Wat question will you ask which guard 2 find out how you can make it out alive? Have fun.