10/12/15
I’m sitting on a hill staring at a city that I never loved A life I could
As I sit here and cry nobody notices the tears For I hide
You sit in a corner and nobody sees the bloody tears running down your face For the pain you’ve
I really just want to know what you think what crosses your mind when i
I sit amongst a group of people not saying a word they do not
Blood flow freely flow until i have no more to give Flow until you have
i hear people talk all day but they don’t know the words they say It’s like being on auto pilot same routine
How my heart does beat simply by reading your words How it feels like it shall burst from me when you are near When time and space separate
A poem about rhyme A poem abou time What can you say About their little fray Thee is never time
Have you ever had your heart torn in two You don’t even know if the pieces
There is a boy sitting in a corner He is diffrent than other people and They leave him behind
Plip, plop the blood drops Tick, tock goes the clock Ding, dong
The wind blows softly across the meadow carrying the whispers of tomorrow’s sorrows If you listen closely
i’m tired of being broken then put back together i’ve been broken
If you could be any person you wanted to be who would that person be?
