03/10/15
i’m tired of being broken then put back together i’ve been broken
I sit amongst a group of people not saying a word they do not
I can put on any outfit, any mask and fool the wisest of men
I have a word of advice for any body young or old keep your heart
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
they say home is where the heart is but what if you don’t know where
sitting by a monument tower for those fallen befor us yet do we recognize
The wind blows softly across the meadow carrying the whispers of tomorrow’s sorrows If you listen closely
my tears fall but i no longer feel them the pain i felt is nothing more than hollowness now i’ve finally given up
they say tomorrow is a new day and it will get better but it never
I am my own angle and my own demon I am my best dream and my worst nightmare I can bring sun shine
I’ve got attitude DAMN right I’ve got attitude! Living in this House with
You are my light In the dark You are my calm In a storm You are my peace
He sits on a hill of bodies and wonders why has this become his hated fate To take the life
A poem about rhyme A poem abou time What can you say About their little fray Thee is never time