| Tiffany's Poems |
| hhhhhey no title** Your a manikin, what they call a fake. Manipulating imitation, for reputation�s sake. A mold for critical hands, only for them to form. Deep within the Sands of Secrets, lies your reasons of forlorn. You used to be so certain and now ya can�t figure out, why pain has taken over, this without a doubt. Life used to be splendid, yeah, it used to be fair. Along came Truth & Reality, an inseparable pair. |
| title:********** A dream come true, would be a dream, too good for you. Heartbroken and ashamed, I fell for your tricks, me, myself and I are the only ones being blamed. I believed your lies. Or whatever else you told me. you locked away my necessity and threw away the key. Your ego was soaring high. No wonder my dreams never learned to fly. But what goes up, always must come down. "The King of Idiots," I give you the crown. I�m bigger, better, and now stronger than ever. I no longer care for you. Your pitiful, inconsiderate, pathetic, desolate acts will no longer do. So when your lookin� back, at everything you threw away. It was because of all the above. This game that your so good at, just remember� its for two to play. |
| title******** He can�t figure it out. What�s wrong with his life? Thinkin� problems can be solved, with one swift motion of the knife. Lonely and confused, Not knowin� what to do. Sick and tired of bein� used. He gave it up. Everything he had. He gave it up. Problems still there, he�s still oh-so-sad. Wantin� what he could never have. He gave it up. At least, so he says. But can you give something up, that you never really had? He wonders and ponders this thought through his head. Finally, he decided, he�s worthless� as good as dead. At least, so he says. one day, he went over the top, overriding deaths departure. This life of his its got to end, It�s got to stop. This life of his, makes him nothing It makes him mad. He failed to be what he had to be. �He�s my dad, once again, giving me up. Can you do that to something, that you never really had? |