Black and blue are the shadowed bruises u give me Green is the colour of my eyes when i c u happy Blue water falls on my cheeks as ur insults bounce of my hart. people say just carry on instead i fight ...i hate to fight pain is what i feel when u laugh, mock or hurt me talking at me not to me, U see it as a game, so roll the dice theres only 1 life in a lifetime and ur playing with it. Heres a rhyme to leave u with, Sticks and stones can brake my bones. but those mend fast ...but those words and sayings they always hurt me, Im tired of smiling, so no im finished trying to hold on, u won enjoy.... a wise man once said never let them see u sad, woran or alone, to late for me. iv been woran.
Posted on: Mon, 02 Dec 2013 21:49:30 +0000