::bgnoise:: saves the day -=all im losing is me=-
::taste:::::: pork ?
::mood:::::

saves the day just elicits this type of poetry...


there are empty spaces
in my heart
its dark and
the memories we cant take back
haunt our minds forever

things that make me cry
throughout the nite make a
restless heart and a sleepless mind

tho picking up the scraps of
time may bring back thoughts,
they are broken faint and
lacking soul

hugs, hearts, and kisses are
null and void. meaningless
tokens of affections become
everyday routine life.

and all i want to do is die
and wake up on the shore of
memories, where time lives on
and childhood stays etches in eternity