why does she torture me so?
why doesn't she see the blood flowing inside,
or the tears pouring from my heart.
and he
he's just making it worse.
building my dreams
then he pulls them down again.
he sits near me, i sweat
there's nothing i will regret
she sits down, he looks away.
so close,
to coming closer
why can't he see?
im drowning in my own feelings
and there's no one here to save me.
it's a heartless type of love
zerogeass
a beatiful poem as always.
how wonderful.
redjokerx
thanks! ^_^
i wrote this is 7th grade when i didn't feel like paying attention in world history.