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

i’ve got to many images and words in my own head a part of me

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

They always ask is the wight jacket comfy are the wight walls conferring And always I

Have you ever seen the gleaming wight teeth floating by your head Or the glowing red eyes underneath your bed

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 sit in a corner and nobody sees the bloody tears running down your face For the pain you’ve

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”