if you know "Black Buttler" you know some of what some of this poem means
The time passes by with the anquish of tears The pain and sarrow are
Blood flow freely flow until i have no more to give Flow until you have
Even though the tears fall the misary never fades You hope to last till morning but you feel you’re withering away
A poem about rhyme A poem abou time What can you say About their little fray Thee is never time
Did you know I’ve cut myself Watched myself Bleed Did you know
Merry Meet the witches greet by light of the midnight moon To cast their
Don’t hide me from the rain Don’t hide me from the pain i still hear
they say tomorrow is a new day and it will get better but it never
There is a boy sitting in a corner He is diffrent than other people and They leave him behind
a love that’s so close and yet so far within arms reach yet i
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
right or wrong it’s up to you each person has their own moral compass some people may
fists flying we’re in fisticuffs and there’s no stopping it i stepped in out of place to take
“please sir” those are the only words I can say i don’t know
They call her the barefoot princess A princess that despises her royal gown No shoes and