the poem was being written in my head, word for word it had just what i needed said but i had not a thing to write with and now my poem is dead.
crying
without what i need to be wrote i am trapped, in captivity drowning and cannot breath the words from me, must bleed
sweatdrop
thesunflowergirl · Sat Aug 02, 2008 @ 06:47am · 0 Comments |