right or wrong it’s up to you each person has their own moral compass some people may

They say she died tragically It’s sad to see a

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

gossamer wings hiding the black soul underneath crystal eyes hiding the dark pit behind if you could see the

Thief and dark angel what a pair they make Her hiding in the dark stealing their secrets Him in the open with

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

A poem about rhyme A poem abou time What can you say About their little fray Thee is never time

There is a boy sitting in a corner He is diffrent than other people and They leave him behind

I want to talk to let you know But I see that you’re dealing, Barely that is, with your own shit I see it in your eyes, In the way you stand

The constant ruckus The constant noise When will it stop When will it cease When will i finaly