09/29/15
They call her the barefoot princess A princess that despises her royal gown No shoes and
no words to express to screwed up in the head don’t know what to say have nothing to explain for once words fail me
when i came here i was hoping people would stay out of my life now they’re screwing
How can I go three days Depressed and barely eating But he doesn’t even notice Tortured in my dreams By visions of the past
sitting by a monument tower for those fallen befor us yet do we recognize
ring ring the final day is done ring ring time is up ring ring
I have a word of wisdom Never cross me and my sword For my sword
Most of what i wright comes from inspiration from the world around me What others are
i have learned over the years that love is no good It crushes your
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
I don’t have any words left to write so why do I even bother trying I have felt so
What do you do when you’ve screwed up this bad and you’re not sure that it can be fixed
Every where around me i see happiness and joy yet i can’t join in The feeling of being dead inside
A poem about rhyme A poem abou time What can you say About their little fray Thee is never time
Thief and dark angel what a pair they make Her hiding in the dark stealing their secrets Him in the open with