A poem about rhyme A poem abou time What can you say About their little fray Thee is never time

ring ring the final day is done ring ring time is up ring ring

i’ve never met somebody who set my blood on fire quite like this with flames moving throughout my body

eyes wide open it’s the middle of the night eyes wide open and i’ve given

There is a boy sitting in a corner He is diffrent than other people and They leave him behind

The constant ruckus The constant noise When will it stop When will it cease When will i finaly

right or wrong it’s up to you each person has their own moral compass some people may

You sit in a corner and nobody sees the bloody tears running down your face For the pain you’ve

I can put on any outfit, any mask and fool the wisest of men

Most of what i wright comes from inspiration from the world around me What others are