09/09/14
i’ve got to many images and words in my own head a part of me
Don’t hide me from the rain Don’t hide me from the pain i still hear
“please sir” those are the only words I can say i don’t know
You sit in a corner and nobody sees the bloody tears running down your face For the pain you’ve
fists flying we’re in fisticuffs and there’s no stopping it i stepped in out of place to take
maybe it’s all in my head that the world is really this crue… perhaps they are right that I need to let go but i can’t make myself do it
splish, splash floating in my own blood so many cuts that i’ve actually
A poem about rhyme A poem abou time What can you say About their little fray Thee is never time
i wont be falling any time soon i wont come calling on you i’ll stand on my own
The time passes by with the anquish of tears The pain and sarrow are
they say home is where the heart is but what if you don’t know where
If you could be any person you wanted to be who would that person be?
There is a girl dead in a corner Does anybody notice of corse not Do they know her
I can put on any outfit, any mask and fool the wisest of men
sitting by a monument tower for those fallen befor us yet do we recognize