AAAAAAAAAACHOOOOO! Posted by dead poet story , Wednesday, 6 May 2009 at 03:25, in

i could sense mother is watching me
she touches my nose
everytime i was asleep
but i pretended not to care
because i miss her

i hope she can forgive me
for i refuse to remember her
for tears will sure stream down if i think of her
so i refuse to remember
for it is still, too painful
to remember

i could sense mother is watching me
because i sneeze
everytime she tickles my nose,
and it makes me feel better
because she is always there
forever...

if i live a bit better... Posted by dead poet story , at 03:01, in

the smoke fills my lungs
i know i know
it will kill me some day:

don't be afraid to live
because live is short
say what ever you think is right
give what ever you can give

old wounds linger
i found it in her sister
but this time these wounds
would not hurt,
for i am better

again i am writing about nothing
but this, is, my world
every stanza
is about nothing

i miss
and i miss
moving these fingers
cycling my minds
to think
and wonder
for is it any better
if i just shut
and let this life
pass me over.

don't be afraid to live
because live is short
say what ever you think is right
give what ever you can give

for this life wil be better,
if i live a bit better...