The Boy Who Really Needs - Poetry
Slow Me Please

I dream of pretty flowers
but they�re always burning
I dream of pretty faces
but they�re always crying

only shadows of the past
frozen memories

I rest in the shade of what once was
hear you laugh
I look at you
that�s all I do
living in the past
pretty flowers faded fast

every day is closer to the end
and everyday is a step away from you
I keep losing
I keep losing you
that�s all I do
living in my past
why do you fade so fast?
Orange Juice

trying hard to find a reason
to get up
to stay alive tomorrow
can�t think of any
but I know I�ll get up anyway
to see if something�s changed

it�s always the same

no one wants to see
my slightly bruised skin
soft surface
deep scars
I�m trying to hide
them
myself

say nothing
do nothing
maybe it�ll go away

FRIDAY 11 PM

Belle
I can�t tell
why you laugh
you say you�re dead
we�re all dying
I don�t care
you left me dead anyway
(kill me again)

Belle
you�re here
but you�re not
the faint echo of your voice
talking to someone else
(I wonder who)

Belle
I can�t tell
why you hurt me so
shooting darts through my paper hearts
pale importance
plagued existance
Is this what you want?
(since you don�t want me)

Belle
I can't tell
if you�re real or not
and now it�s too late
I�m frozen in this moment
while you�re walking away
(leaving me)

Farewell Belle
(go to hell)
This Appear

Silence
appears when I�m near
I wish I could tell you how I feel
but I'm not that kind of person
I don�t  say
"fuck you"
even though the desire is there
I'd rather let you walk all over me
and hate you quietly
for letting me down
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