03/04/15
i sit up high upon a wall and that’s when people see me They don’t say
I really just want to know what you think what crosses your mind when i
Merry Meet the witches greet by light of the midnight moon To cast their
They come and go with us We see them nor hear them We feel them nor
You say you do not fear Me then You do not fear death itself for My soul
I’ve probably had about ten shots now trying to drown out her memory We left under harsh words, tears, and shouts
the wind howls as the water churns and we are tempest tossed in this raging storm the men work hard
ring ring the final day is done ring ring time is up ring ring
they say home is where the heart is but what if you don’t know where
i have learned over the years that love is no good It crushes your
he plays his feelings out in the beat of his drum not realizing it’s taking the life right out of him
A poem about rhyme A poem abou time What can you say About their little fray Thee is never time
If the world realy does end If i’m still alive by then i’ll go peacfully for
it’s not so much a question of when but a question of how how will i live
“please sir” those are the only words I can say i don’t know