10/15/15
The wind blows softly across the meadow carrying the whispers of tomorrow’s sorrows If you listen closely
Most of what i wright comes from inspiration from the world around me What others are
i have learned over the years that love is no good It crushes your
Blood flow freely flow until i have no more to give Flow until you have
The time passes by with the anquish of tears The pain and sarrow are
You say you do not fear Me then You do not fear death itself for My soul
Did you know I’ve cut myself Watched myself Bleed Did you know
the ground begins to tremble with the power of her anger the choices
he plays his feelings out in the beat of his drum not realizing it’s taking the life right out of him
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
Have you ever had your heart torn in two You don’t even know if the pieces
“please sir” those are the only words I can say i don’t know
How can I go three days Depressed and barely eating But he doesn’t even notice Tortured in my dreams By visions of the past
They always ask is the wight jacket comfy are the wight walls conferring And always I