Saturday, July 31, 2004


2 sides

drink a glass of sorrow,
eat ur humble bread....
all d tings we shld hav done n all d tings we said...
Was diz supposed 2 help?
Help 2 suppress d pain?
cuz all it did was help me 2,
drive myself insane...
all ur burnin desires....
every materialistic greed...
expect me 2 supply 2,
ur each n every need...
Now i left,
u i nv intended 2 serve....
U had comitted theft,
theft of my luv....

A kiss on d nose,
Pinch at d cheeks...
in d freezer dere it lay my fav chocolate chips....
wen i luk at u ,
starin back at me....
ur eyes were lyk a portrait 4 only me 2 c....
wen i felt ur lips,
pressin against mine,
it was lyk wasabe ice cream,
hot yet so cool all at d same tyme...
to feel ur arms arnd my waist,
it sure adds 2 diz amusing taste...
if u wan i can even pinky swear,
if u need me i'll b dere....

went crazii; at

4:07 PM




HeRE i am my words are blood red

and here's what came out of my crazy little head

well if only words were enough to say

all thats inside me that i wanna express

here;s what words CAN potray

read and you'll know the rest
Me

Jonas Ho
shotgun seventeen


I can't go back
*Read the old 1s i think they are nicer*

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