got bored after an exam so probably not that good
ring ring the final day is done ring ring time is up ring ring
I am my own angle and my own demon I am my best dream and my worst nightmare I can bring sun shine
A poem about rhyme A poem abou time What can you say About their little fray Thee is never time
It started when i was seven Its been about Eleven years now This strange fasination
gossamer wings hiding the black soul underneath crystal eyes hiding the dark pit behind if you could see the
splish, splash floating in my own blood so many cuts that i’ve actually
The wind blows softly across the meadow carrying the whispers of tomorrow’s sorrows If you listen closely
stirring emotions voices in my head i’m so confused this isn’t normal this isn’t right
i hear people talk all day but they don’t know the words they say It’s like being on auto pilot same routine
i’m tired of this old pain i face day by day it’s time that i should leave but i’ve
stand up be strong that’s what i’ve always been told keep fighting
You are my light In the dark You are my calm In a storm You are my peace
Even though the tears fall the misary never fades You hope to last till morning but you feel you’re withering away
Thief and dark angel what a pair they make Her hiding in the dark stealing their secrets Him in the open with
Merry Meet the witches greet by light of the midnight moon To cast their