(2015)
02/24/15
A poem about rhyme A poem abou time What can you say About their little fray Thee is never time
fists flying we’re in fisticuffs and there’s no stopping it i stepped in out of place to take
i have learned over the years that love is no good It crushes your
Don’t tell me you love me Don’t tell me you hate me Don’t say you
gossamer wings hiding the black soul underneath crystal eyes hiding the dark pit behind if you could see the
they say tomorrow is a new day and it will get better but it never
it’s not so much a question of when but a question of how how will i live
the ground begins to tremble with the power of her anger the choices
Have you ever seen the gleaming wight teeth floating by your head Or the glowing red eyes underneath your bed
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
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”
i’m tired of this old pain i face day by day it’s time that i should leave but i’ve
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…
He sits on a hill of bodies and wonders why has this become his hated fate To take the life