Natasha Elizabeth Beatrice Williams
Natasha Elizabeth Beatrice Williams Poems
|1.||Victoria Elizabeth Smith (30th September 2011,10.43pm)||10/6/2012|
|2.||Blow Me A Kiss||10/15/2012|
|4.||How Can You See Me As Beautiful?||10/6/2012|
|5.||What You Don'T Do.||11/20/2012|
|9.||Am I Right?||8/28/2013|
|12.||Welcome To The Mad House||10/6/2012|
|14.||Here In Your Arms||10/6/2012|
|15.||How I'Ve Grown||10/6/2012|
|16.||Pictures Of You||10/6/2012|
Victoria Elizabeth Smith (30th September 2011,10.43pm)
I held my breath and opened my eyes to look into the mirror.
I was scared, it was the first time doing this since you left.
I didn't look right, I didn't look like any kind of winner.
It was look the light from my eyes and soul had also left.
It wasn't that surprising. I just lost my kin.
I couldn't cry when you went away.
Had to keep all those emotions at bay.
I had to stay strong, everyone else needed me today.
Though seeing you there, the way you lay…
My heart broke, in every single type of way.
My breathing stopped, I plainly just forgot how.
Welcome To The Mad House
Being mad, it's fun.
I'm mad, you better run.
Being mad, it's wonderful.
I'm mad, you will too fall.
Being mad, what a joy!
I sit here, alone, in the dark.
And here's me thinking, 'Boy, what a lark! '
This is nothing compared to what's inside my head.