AMATURE POETRY
Life is like the reflection on the front of a bass drum being played, every once in a while it gets shaken by an impact, sometimes more then others.
What hurts most is not rocks or harsh words, but people joking about feelings, regardless if it's meant to hurt or not.
Oh heart why must you beat to the sound of misery, to the cold touch of loneliness and in the end just to die.
Hope is what makes you cry and what makes you cheer.
Love has no distance.
When i first saw you
You did not matter
When i knew you
you took my heart
I've nerver felt your lips
Nor truly do i belive your love
I love everthing about you
But you broke my heart
Made jokes when you told me
Because you suck at love
My heart is dead
Yet you stilll reside within