R.. F.. Poems

Carry On

Soft, sad eyes glimmer back.
Full of broken, empty thoughts.
Lie there naked,
Dirty shoes... more »

For Better, Or Worse

He's probably an intellegent kind of guy.
Says sweet things and makes you get butterflies.
When he smiles,
Let me guess,... more »

Living Proof

Here I sit once more.
The blood stained knife tucked safely under my bed,
hidden well.
As are my battle wounds... more »

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