We long for love, that's not ares.
We cause them but we hate the scares.
We hate are selfs for something that wasn't even are fault.
When we brake we keep are heart in a locked vault.
We try hardest even if we know it's not forever.
We always act like it's now or never.
Because we are only human, we ar not perfect.
We are workers, fighters, haters, suicidal and an adict.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Sad Poems
PoesíaA book of poems, I've been writing through out the years. Most are sad and depressing and others are love that gets destroyed. Some I relate to and some I dont.
