I wrote this one night after i had a fight with my brother. I never ended up finishing it.

My fists
Are clentched.
Black lashes
Are the only way
To seperate
Light blue eyes
From crimson skin.
Yet,
A liquid seeps through.
So ligt,
Clear,
Warm.
So,
Why does it hurt
To shead thosed "so-called"
Tears?

Am I angry?
Frustrated?
Even emotional?
o do te just
Twist,
And turn,
And bend
My cuore untill
It snaps!





So anyway, let's sposta away from the gloominess. :) Please commento and tell me what te think. Thanx!