06/26/14
If you could be any person you wanted to be who would that person be?
I have a word of wisdom Never cross me and my sword For my sword
Every thing seems to be changing around me And i’m not sure i’ll be
it’s not so much a question of when but a question of how how will i live
I really just want to know what you think what crosses your mind when i
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’ve probably had about ten shots now trying to drown out her memory We left under harsh words, tears, and shouts
I am my own angle and my own demon I am my best dream and my worst nightmare I can bring sun shine
Most of what i wright comes from inspiration from the world around me What others are
The time passes by with the anquish of tears The pain and sarrow are
i’m tired of being broken then put back together i’ve been broken
i hear people talk all day but they don’t know the words they say It’s like being on auto pilot same routine
the wind howls as the water churns and we are tempest tossed in this raging storm the men work hard
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
they say home is where the heart is but what if you don’t know where