we were the perfect two but it hurt so        
        much & now we are through..

We are only as wicked
     As we make ourselves
           Out to be.

Pretty pretty dancer smile for the crowed

Pretty pretty dancer live, love and laugh out loud

Pretty pretty dancer put down that blade

Pretty pretty dancer your smile starts to fade

Pretty pretty dancer what have you done?

Pretty pretty dancer is gone, dead and done...

You told me to smile
   You told me to laugh

And i tried

You told me to be happy
  You told me to stay strong

And i attempted

You told me you loved me
  You told me everything was fine

And i listened

You told me she was just a friend
  You told me i ment the world to you

And i believed

I told myself something was wrong
  I told myself not to listen to your lies

And i was right

You cannot always trust a pretty face. What you see as an angel, may be a demon hiding beneath the skin.

You can't just write a poem,
With no meaning behind its lines.
It can be about your happiness,
Or what goes on during your troubled times.

I personally can't write about a tree,
Without there being a story.
Such as me climbing up one,
Or an animal that lives in the tree.

A poem is nothing without morales,
And that is how it is.
There always must be meaning,
And I don't mean this as a dis.