They say she died tragically It’s sad to see a
A poem about rhyme A poem abou time What can you say About their little fray Thee is never time
i’m tired of being broken then put back together i’ve been broken
i’ve never met somebody who set my blood on fire quite like this with flames moving throughout my body
Every where around me i see happiness and joy yet i can’t join in The feeling of being dead inside
They always ask is the wight jacket comfy are the wight walls conferring And always I
i wont be falling any time soon i wont come calling on you i’ll stand on my own
what do you do when your worst fears are realized when the words you’ve dreaded hearing have been spoken where will you go now that
The wind blows softly across the meadow carrying the whispers of tomorrow’s sorrows If you listen closely
I have a word of advice for any body young or old keep your heart
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…
you said I was an angel yet i only see the demon you said i had beauty yet i only see ugliness within you said “beauty in the flesh”
How can I go three days Depressed and barely eating But he doesn’t even notice Tortured in my dreams By visions of the past
Thief and dark angel what a pair they make Her hiding in the dark stealing their secrets Him in the open with
This isn’t a poem, it’s relly just… Of pain and sorrow And the lost maybes of tomorrow For i can’t remember a single happ… i remember smiling, laughing