Click here for nice stories main menu

main menu   |   youngsters categories   |   authors   |   new stories   |   search   |   links   |   settings   |   author tools


~Memories Of Living~ (standard:poetry, 85 words)
Author: JakeAdded: Aug 20 2006Views/Reads: 1600/0Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
My friend Megan took off walking to see a friend at 3:00 she didnt get back until 4:00 She broke my trust...
 



My mind bleeds My eyes can't see all this shit you pulled on me cant't
you see you're killing me I've lost all my memories of living because 
of all this giving I do for you. My soul burns My blood boils from all 
the issues that toil within me Your weapon is a razor mine is my pen I 
write what I see You cut from deep within I've lost all my memories of 
living because of all this giving I do for you. 


   


Authors appreciate feedback!
Please vote, and write to the authors to tell them what you liked or didn't like about the story!
Jake has 5 active stories on this site.
Profile for Jake, incl. all stories
Email: demon_necro_mace@yahoo.com
Due to abuse, voting is disabled.
For a quick, anonymous response to the author of this story, type
a message below. It will be sent to the author by email.

stories in "poetry"   |   all stories by "Jake"  






Nice Stories @ nicestories.com, support email: nice at nicestories dot com
Powered by StoryEngine v1.00 © 2000-2014 - Artware Internet Consultancy BV