By amy Smith
One last look at what you had
Your temper pretty sad
One last chance
Then we coulda danced
Wednesday, January 29, 2014
Poem
Tuesday, January 21, 2014
Tuesday, January 14, 2014
Wednesday, January 8, 2014
Rhyme of thoughts
Rhyme of thoughts
Amy Smith
I'll talk to whoever I want
Because you say I'm a cunt
Forgive me if i seem blunt
Nothing will ever top your stupid stunt
I'll always be that slutty cunt
I'm the princess of bitches
I paved the way for some witches
My deep.wounds don't need stitches
I'll amaze all them bitches
You'll hear people ask whos he with
He'll proudly say Bitch thats Amy Smith
Sunday, January 5, 2014
Poetry wound
Poetry wound
Amy Smith
He never deserved me
Any fool can see
Change all that you are
Move your life out far
I'm what you've been waiting for
Just change starting at your core
You and your soul are lies
You are not what you advertise
Can't turn a scared boy into a man
Reveal your so called truth all you can
Breakfast in bed Daddy likes eggs
Don't touch me between crossed legs
Cared for all your seeds
Took care of your sexual needs
Kneel before God and repent
For it is I to you he sent
My halo fell to the ground
Wings burned all around
For you there is no other
I pay for the sins of another
You made me cry and cry
Your soul bled itself dry
Nothing in you is real
A boy can't decide what to feel
I'm not an alarm clock or a maid
It was good I never stayed
Friday, January 3, 2014
Thursday, January 2, 2014
I noticed
I noticed how easy it is to fall out of love when your loves tested too many times. It's better to find someone to accept your love at face value without high school tests. Push fire to it's limit and it spreads into an explosion.