03/10/15
A poem about rhyme A poem abou time What can you say About their little fray Thee is never time
I have a word of advice for any body young or old keep your heart
splish, splash floating in my own blood so many cuts that i’ve actually
Have you ever seen the gleaming wight teeth floating by your head Or the glowing red eyes underneath your bed
A whisper fades on the evening wind along with the hope of tomorrows friend Yet there is a
They come and go with us We see them nor hear them We feel them nor
I’ve probably had about ten shots now trying to drown out her memory We left under harsh words, tears, and shouts
I sit amongst a group of people not saying a word they do not
They always ask is the wight jacket comfy are the wight walls conferring And always I
i’m tired of being broken then put back together i’ve been broken
sitting by a monument tower for those fallen befor us yet do we recognize
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
You sit in a corner and nobody sees the bloody tears running down your face For the pain you’ve
They call her the barefoot princess A princess that despises her royal gown No shoes and
eyes wide open it’s the middle of the night eyes wide open and i’ve given