To America
i have learned over the years that love is no good It crushes your
A poem about rhyme A poem abou time What can you say About their little fray Thee is never time
They call her the barefoot princess A princess that despises her royal gown No shoes and
we are a new race rising with ice in our blood we will fight any body because we are family “we are a new breed rising
anger, pain, and sorrow raging inside yet seems so calm and collected
a love that’s so close and yet so far within arms reach yet i
I’m sitting on a hill staring at a city that I never loved A life I could
eyes wide open it’s the middle of the night eyes wide open and i’ve given
I’ve got attitude DAMN right I’ve got attitude! Living in this House with
i’m tired of being broken then put back together i’ve been broken
Have you ever seen the gleaming wight teeth floating by your head Or the glowing red eyes underneath your bed
sitting by a monument tower for those fallen befor us yet do we recognize
Who am i to you? Am i boy or girl? Am i life
Don’t tell me you love me Don’t tell me you hate me Don’t say you
Plip, plop the blood drops Tick, tock goes the clock Ding, dong