Writing...

...is my way to talk when no one is here to listen. Thus, I will write until I have nothing more to say. 

Sacred Heart

In a moonlit night
I am as cold as the winter
It freezes my name
Like a stormy blizzard
Near the house on the hill
So indulged with Fear
I am as scared as a child
That has seen death within
Like a needle that has pierced
My skin with force
That permanently sits deep
And takes its course
Like a virus with no vaccine
It spreads so fast
My sacred heart has
Shut down at last

Sad day.

I messed this blog up and I'm sad because i lost something. I lost a really cool poem called unwrapped. I only have the beginning of the poem. It sucks to lose what you write happens all the time but you just have to keep moving on right? :) Just keep moving forward!