i’ve got to many images and words in my own head a part of me

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

I want to talk to let you know But I see that you’re dealing, Barely that is, with your own shit I see it in your eyes, In the way you stand

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”

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

They say she died tragically It’s sad to see a

right or wrong it’s up to you each person has their own moral compass some people may

I’ve probably had about ten shots now trying to drown out her memory We left under harsh words, tears, and shouts

You sit in a corner and nobody sees the bloody tears running down your face For the pain you’ve