My mask is Tainted, Poorly painted, Cracked and stained, Horribly maintained..

Fragile Heart

Being friends is what we are,
when we are more will it still be this way,
Scared of being hurt by you,
worried you don't love me like i love you,
Beating slower,
pain so strong,
you speak so freely with me,
your words break me,
wishing we where more,
hating the thought of not being your one and only,
thoughts of others touching you,
hurts me,
my heart is breaking,
can you not see ?
my love for you is overwhelming,
i think about you every second of the day,
trying to keep my mind f… Continue

ever feel the need to cry
to feel your lost desire
to feel many friends disappear
the hatred that's inside
i look for someone to hold me
i look for a shoulder to cry on
i look for a lost friend
my tears fall down my cheek
its all empty inside

ever feel the need to cry
to cry for everything
to cry for nothing
to call upon a friend
i miss many
i have lost many
many have forgotten me
memory's dance around me

ever feel the need to cry
ever feel lost and confused
tears crawl down my face
with no wh… Continue

this one is a little different fom my other double poem... hope you like it =D

HER POEM

the fallen angel crys to me,
i hear his words surounding me,
when i look he is no where to be seen,
my fallen angel where could he be,
his voice so clear his pain so near,
his screams cut deeper into my skin,
where could my fallen angel be,
to touch him to love him,
what a silly thought,
but only to be close to him,
to conjure up all my pain..


HIS POEM… Continue

the roads are blocked the streets are empty
demons run and demond hide
but when you blink you wont see a thing...
they will follow you,
stalk you and wait for there prey
so when you get home dont forget to pray
cause this is the devils work and he's out to play..
youll here a bang upon your roof dont say i didnt warn you ,
a snarl a growl a howl or two,
these creatures really want you,
you hid your run you close your eyes but dont forget there here for fun,
so when you scream it shall be a… Continue

poems are always told by one side i have made a poem that tells both

HIS POEM
the thing that lurks the thing that screams
its only me inside your dreams
ill look for you ill hunt for you
not only in your dreams
your smell your scent
it drives me wild
when i find you
it will be in the tower,
how sweet it shall be,
but for now sleep.. sleep...


HER POEM
i think of you and i seem to smile,
its been a while,
but now that your here i see… Continue