My true love is Dead as a door nail.
He falls for a girl the likes his best friend and him.
he says he she fell from heaven,
that she is the one for him.

She is playing him,
like a violin.
He can't see past the beauty in her.
but the cruel,
twisted,
awful person she truly is.

Don't be like me,
and let him fall,
for the evil inside that person.
Tell him the truth,
believe that they will listen,
and don't back down.
My true love is dead as a door nail.

I hear a pitter, patter of hooves on my roof,
I hear, see dirt slide sown the chimney,
I see a red sack in the fireplace,
Followed by a pair of boots.

I hear a **, **, **,
with a slurp like he finished the milk and cookies,
I see him turn to the tree,
with a plop he the sack of coal, or toys on the ground,
I see him open the bag, i see toys of all shapes and sizes,
all different colors.

With a swoosh of wind,
and a bright light,
i see

Pain is a problem,
It hurts the heart,
It hurts the sole,
It hurts to get up,
It hurts to be outside.

You say love is pain,
Love kills the weak,
love is the source of pain.

The one in your head,
That one guy that makes to daydream,
look at the clouds,
Write poetry about love,
and then you realize he doesn't love you.

So i wrote this poem to give you a clue,
love maybe fun,
but it's your worst nightmare.

Good friends stick together,
good friends don't lie to each other,
good friends don't blame things on each other.

Good friends don't make up stories,
good friends stay friends,
Good friends don't threaten each other.
Good friends don't tell each other the vary thing that makes them mad.
If these aren't your friends, get new ones.