ChristineAnn : Writing

My head listens to my heart way to much.

My head listens to my heart way to much.

A Poem by ChristineAnn


I've become physically broken down.And i'm watching as my mind slips away.It may not seem like it, but i still want and still will fight for everyone'..
You're breaking your own heart at this point.

You're breaking your own heart at this point.

A Poem by ChristineAnn


You know you don't love them. They can't be the one.But yet, you find yourself running right back when you try to walk away. I won't say i love you.I'..
Know what you want.

Know what you want.

A Poem by ChristineAnn


I must tell you this now.If you're gone, then i'm gone.If you decide to stay i will be more than happy to be yours till the day we die.It will hurt to..
Drunk Love

Drunk Love

A Poem by ChristineAnn


Her past.Is something she loves, to forget.And she only knows of one way to do so. With the boy of the week, and the drink of the day.She starts w..
Whats so special about something so far away.

Whats so special about something so far away.

A Poem by ChristineAnn


She had stared at the moon every night,As if she had never seen it before.So dazed, and lost in all her thought. She was quite, and still.Sitting on h..
As she lays with pain.

As she lays with pain.

A Poem by ChristineAnn


And there, she lays.With her hands over here eyes.With her legs curled up.With her hair a mess.And with her heart just broken.She feels so helpless.Do..
I'm turning out the lights.

I'm turning out the lights.

A Poem by ChristineAnn


Then i'm turning out the lights.It's time to go.You've walked away, and I've tried my best.I knew i could of walked away at any giving time.But i did..
The fall wasn't worth it all.

The fall wasn't worth it all.

A Poem by ChristineAnn


What about the nights....We'd stay up late.... What about the mornings.... We wouldn't want to move....Everything was quite.....Everything was still a..
Whats really inside of the girl who doesn't cry.

Whats really inside of the girl who doesn't cry.

A Poem by ChristineAnn


She laughs, but turns the other way.She's very good at hiding.But really, her cheeks blush, her eyes water, and her hands shake.She cannot help it.And..
Time, it waits for no one.

Time, it waits for no one.

A Poem by ChristineAnn


So pick your risk, and take it.Time may seem to go by so slow, but in reality,It literally fly's by.Before you know it you're staring at the pictures ..