got bored after an exam so probably not that good
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
Don’t tell me you love me Don’t tell me you hate me Don’t say you
I have a word of wisdom Never cross me and my sword For my sword
You sit in a corner and nobody sees the bloody tears running down your face For the pain you’ve
gossamer wings hiding the black soul underneath crystal eyes hiding the dark pit behind if you could see the
A poem about rhyme A poem abou time What can you say About their little fray Thee is never time
The constant ruckus The constant noise When will it stop When will it cease When will i finaly
anger, pain, and sorrow raging inside yet seems so calm and collected
I still don’t see your fascination… i don’t even know what drew you in… in my mind i always compared you t… not one-hundred percent ruthless a… but able to see enough into the da…
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”
As I sit here and cry nobody notices the tears For I hide
They come and go with us We see them nor hear them We feel them nor
They say she died tragically It’s sad to see a
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 boy sitting in a corner He is diffrent than other people and They leave him behind