11/12/17
i’ve got to many images and words in my own head a part of me
There is a boy sitting in a corner He is diffrent than other people and They leave him behind
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 poem about rhyme A poem abou time What can you say About their little fray Thee is never time
I have a word of advice for any body young or old keep your heart
my tears fall but i no longer feel them the pain i felt is nothing more than hollowness now i’ve finally given up
They call her the barefoot princess A princess that despises her royal gown No shoes and
If you could be any person you wanted to be who would that person be?
The time passes by with the anquish of tears The pain and sarrow are
I can put on any outfit, any mask and fool the wisest of men
“please sir” those are the only words I can say i don’t know
splish, splash floating in my own blood so many cuts that i’ve actually
He sits on a hill of bodies and wonders why has this become his hated fate To take the life
gossamer wings hiding the black soul underneath crystal eyes hiding the dark pit behind if you could see the