i’ve got to many images and words in my own head a part of me
Plip, plop the blood drops Tick, tock goes the clock Ding, dong
i have learned over the years that love is no good It crushes your
How my heart does beat simply by reading your words How it feels like it shall burst from me when you are near When time and space separate
I am my own angle and my own demon I am my best dream and my worst nightmare I can bring sun shine
he plays his feelings out in the beat of his drum not realizing it’s taking the life right out of him
They say she died tragically It’s sad to see a
He sits on a hill of bodies and wonders why has this become his hated fate To take the life
There is a girl dead in a corner Does anybody notice of corse not Do they know her
it’s not so much a question of when but a question of how how will i live
Blood flow freely flow until i have no more to give Flow until you have
A whisper fades on the evening wind along with the hope of tomorrows friend Yet there is a
A poem about rhyme A poem abou time What can you say About their little fray Thee is never time
the ground begins to tremble with the power of her anger the choices
Don’t tell me you love me Don’t tell me you hate me Don’t say you