06/24/15
This isn’t a poem, it’s relly just… Of pain and sorrow And the lost maybes of tomorrow For i can’t remember a single happ… i remember smiling, laughing
i wont be falling any time soon i wont come calling on you i’ll stand on my own
sitting by a monument tower for those fallen befor us yet do we recognize
my tears fall but i no longer feel them the pain i felt is nothing more than hollowness now i’ve finally given up
I’ve probably had about ten shots now trying to drown out her memory We left under harsh words, tears, and shouts
There is a girl dead in a corner Does anybody notice of corse not Do they know her
The time passes by with the anquish of tears The pain and sarrow are
right or wrong it’s up to you each person has their own moral compass some people may
You sit in a corner and nobody sees the bloody tears running down your face For the pain you’ve
Blood flow freely flow until i have no more to give Flow until you have
How my heart does beat simply by reading your words How it feels like it shall burst from me when you are near When time and space separate
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
Merry Meet the witches greet by light of the midnight moon To cast their
Most of what i wright comes from inspiration from the world around me What others are
fists flying we’re in fisticuffs and there’s no stopping it i stepped in out of place to take