all poems by Jimmy Lopez
He Peeks Through the darkness
to make me Bleed with his eyes
His hands can't touch me
But I still Scream
His face frozen still breaths behind my neck
and he paints me dead with his soul
Still There
Life a Childs innocence
I'm afriad of the thought of you...
to leave me when i need you
thats never somthing new
A Story Of Me...
In Hope for a happy ending
taken over by my solitude
why not keep pretending
...you still there...
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