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

i’m tired of this old pain i face day by day it’s time that i should leave but i’ve

Even though the tears fall the misary never fades You hope to last till morning but you feel you’re withering away

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

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

I still don’t see your fascination… i don’t even know what drew you in… in my mind i always compared you t… not one-hundred percent ruthless a… but able to see enough into the da…

The wind blows softly across the meadow carrying the whispers of tomorrow’s sorrows If you listen closely

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