(2015)
05/07/15
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
Blood flow freely flow until i have no more to give Flow until you have
he plays his feelings out in the beat of his drum not realizing it’s taking the life right out of him
A poem about rhyme A poem abou time What can you say About their little fray Thee is never time
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
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 am my own angle and my own demon I am my best dream and my worst nightmare I can bring sun shine
i sit up high upon a wall and that’s when people see me They don’t say
Plip, plop the blood drops Tick, tock goes the clock Ding, dong
Thief and dark angel what a pair they make Her hiding in the dark stealing their secrets Him in the open with
You say you do not fear Me then You do not fear death itself for My soul
I don’t have any words left to write so why do I even bother trying I have felt so