06/06/15
He sits on a hill of bodies and wonders why has this become his hated fate To take the life
Every where around me i see happiness and joy yet i can’t join in The feeling of being dead inside
A poem about rhyme A poem abou time What can you say About their little fray Thee is never time
Don’t tell me you love me Don’t tell me you hate me Don’t say you
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
i have learned over the years that love is no good It crushes your
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
i sit up high upon a wall and that’s when people see me They don’t say
As I sit here and cry nobody notices the tears For I hide
Every thing seems to be changing around me And i’m not sure i’ll be
Thief and dark angel what a pair they make Her hiding in the dark stealing their secrets Him in the open with
How my heart does beat simply by reading your words How it feels like it shall burst from me when you are near When time and space separate
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
They come and go with us We see them nor hear them We feel them nor