06/22/16
the ground begins to tremble with the power of her anger the choices
stand up be strong that’s what i’ve always been told keep fighting
I really just want to know what you think what crosses your mind when i
A poem about rhyme A poem abou time What can you say About their little fray Thee is never time
i sit up high upon a wall and that’s when people see me They don’t say
sitting by a monument tower for those fallen befor us yet do we recognize
right or wrong it’s up to you each person has their own moral compass some people may
A stranger standing In a street full Of people yet Can’t find himself People stand and
my tears fall but i no longer feel them the pain i felt is nothing more than hollowness now i’ve finally given up
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
they say tomorrow is a new day and it will get better but it never
Don’t hide me from the rain Don’t hide me from the pain i still hear
anger, pain, and sorrow raging inside yet seems so calm and collected
If the world realy does end If i’m still alive by then i’ll go peacfully for