05/15/15
If the world realy does end If i’m still alive by then i’ll go peacfully for
gossamer wings hiding the black soul underneath crystal eyes hiding the dark pit behind if you could see the
They call her the barefoot princess A princess that despises her royal gown No shoes and
sitting by a monument tower for those fallen befor us yet do we recognize
I’m sitting on a hill staring at a city that I never loved A life I could
I sit amongst a group of people not saying a word they do not
a love that’s so close and yet so far within arms reach yet i
i wont be falling any time soon i wont come calling on you i’ll stand on my own
stand up be strong that’s what i’ve always been told keep fighting
I don’t have any words left to write so why do I even bother trying I have felt so
stirring emotions voices in my head i’m so confused this isn’t normal this isn’t right
There is a girl dead in a corner Does anybody notice of corse not Do they know her
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
when i came here i was hoping people would stay out of my life now they’re screwing
You are my light In the dark You are my calm In a storm You are my peace