“please sir” those are the only words I can say i don’t know

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

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

I’m sitting on a hill staring at a city that I never loved A life I could

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

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

i’ve got to many images and words in my own head a part of me