To my boyfriend Cris
(2013)
This is a story of two lost souls and standing up for those you love.
If you could be any person you wanted to be who would that person be?
They call her the barefoot princess A princess that despises her royal gown No shoes and
stirring emotions voices in my head i’m so confused this isn’t normal this isn’t right
This isn’t a poem, it’s relly just… Of pain and sorrow And the lost maybes of tomorrow For i can’t remember a single happ… i remember smiling, laughing
There is a girl dead in a corner Does anybody notice of corse not Do they know her
people see an outward aperance and think i’m inacent and pure but not once do they look to see the darkness hidden uderneath just because i can make myself
it’s not so much a question of when but a question of how how will i live
A whisper fades on the evening wind along with the hope of tomorrows friend Yet there is a
You sit in a corner and nobody sees the bloody tears running down your face For the pain you’ve
Who am i to you? Am i boy or girl? Am i life
sitting by a monument tower for those fallen befor us yet do we recognize
Plip, plop the blood drops Tick, tock goes the clock Ding, dong
i sit up high upon a wall and that’s when people see me They don’t say
Have you ever seen the gleaming wight teeth floating by your head Or the glowing red eyes underneath your bed
the wind howls as the water churns and we are tempest tossed in this raging storm the men work hard