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

They call her the barefoot princess A princess that despises her royal gown No shoes and

Every where around me i see happiness and joy yet i can’t join in The feeling of being dead inside

right or wrong it’s up to you each person has their own moral compass some people may

I’m sitting on a hill staring at a city that I never loved A life I could

I can put on any outfit, any mask and fool the wisest of men

gossamer wings hiding the black soul underneath crystal eyes hiding the dark pit behind if you could see the

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

no words to express to screwed up in the head don’t know what to say have nothing to explain for once words fail me