if you know "Black Buttler" you know some of what some of this poem means
i’m tired of being broken then put back together i’ve been broken
what do you do when your worst fears are realized when the words you’ve dreaded hearing have been spoken where will you go now that
maybe it’s all in my head that the world is really this crue… perhaps they are right that I need to let go but i can’t make myself do it
i wont be falling any time soon i wont come calling on you i’ll stand on my own
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…
They call her the barefoot princess A princess that despises her royal gown No shoes and
I’ve probably had about ten shots now trying to drown out her memory We left under harsh words, tears, and shouts
it’s not so much a question of when but a question of how how will i live
they say tomorrow is a new day and it will get better but it never
I am my own angle and my own demon I am my best dream and my worst nightmare I can bring sun shine
the wind howls as the water churns and we are tempest tossed in this raging storm the men work hard
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’ve got to many images and words in my own head a part of me
If the world realy does end If i’m still alive by then i’ll go peacfully for
They say she died tragically It’s sad to see a