Merry Meet the witches greet by light of the midnight moon To cast their

i’m tired of this old pain i face day by day it’s time that i should leave but i’ve

There is a boy sitting in a corner He is diffrent than other people and They leave him behind

They come and go with us We see them nor hear them We feel them nor

gossamer wings hiding the black soul underneath crystal eyes hiding the dark pit behind if you could see the

A poem about rhyme A poem abou time What can you say About their little fray Thee is never time

Blood flow freely flow until i have no more to give Flow until you have

They call her the barefoot princess A princess that despises her royal gown No shoes and

What do you do when you’ve screwed up this bad and you’re not sure that it can be fixed

i’ve never met somebody who set my blood on fire quite like this with flames moving throughout my body