03/12/15
i wont be falling any time soon i wont come calling on you i’ll stand on my own
Blood flow freely flow until i have no more to give Flow until you have
Even though the tears fall the misary never fades You hope to last till morning but you feel you’re withering away
You sit in a corner and nobody sees the bloody tears running down your face For the pain you’ve
I sit amongst a group of people not saying a word they do not
A poem about rhyme A poem abou time What can you say About their little fray Thee is never time
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 home is where the heart is but what if you don’t know where
“please sir” those are the only words I can say i don’t know
he plays his feelings out in the beat of his drum not realizing it’s taking the life right out of him
They come and go with us We see them nor hear them We feel them nor
They call her the barefoot princess A princess that despises her royal gown No shoes and
There is a boy sitting in a corner He is diffrent than other people and They leave him behind
I have a word of wisdom Never cross me and my sword For my sword