i wont be falling any time soon i wont come calling on you i’ll stand on my own

I can put on any outfit, any mask and fool the wisest of men

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

They always ask is the wight jacket comfy are the wight walls conferring And always I

A whisper fades on the evening wind along with the hope of tomorrows friend Yet there is a

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

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

you said I was an angel yet i only see the demon you said i had beauty yet i only see ugliness within you said “beauty in the flesh”