got bored after an exam so probably not that good
they say home is where the heart is but what if you don’t know where
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
Blood flow freely flow until i have no more to give Flow until you have
he plays his feelings out in the beat of his drum not realizing it’s taking the life right out of him
it’s not so much a question of when but a question of how how will i live
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 sit up high upon a wall and that’s when people see me They don’t say
The wind blows softly across the meadow carrying the whispers of tomorrow’s sorrows If you listen closely
How can I go three days Depressed and barely eating But he doesn’t even notice Tortured in my dreams By visions of the past
the ground begins to tremble with the power of her anger the choices
people see an outward aperance and think i’m inacent and pure but not once do they look to see the darkness hidden uderneath just because i can make myself
stirring emotions voices in my head i’m so confused this isn’t normal this isn’t right
I have a word of advice for any body young or old keep your heart
I’ve probably had about ten shots now trying to drown out her memory We left under harsh words, tears, and shouts