More poems by sammxx

Amelia

She walks past his door each day
Hoping for another game to play
Another heart break coming her way
little miss perfection has a price to pay

Amelia, Amelia
Don't you see, don't you see?
That you were made for more, than empty promises
and broken feelings, broken feelings
So listen to me, you're more than he is
more than he is


Porcelain princess with a porcelain heart
In this play shes got the tragic part
Oh where did she go? Where did this start?
Perhaps losing yourself has truly become an art


CHORUS

Don't you see, you're dying...
Can't you please stop crying...
Poem by sammxx