10/12/15
They call her the barefoot princess A princess that despises her royal gown No shoes and
I don’t have any words left to write so why do I even bother trying I have felt so
I sit amongst a group of people not saying a word they do not
They always ask is the wight jacket comfy are the wight walls conferring And always I
i’m tired of this old pain i face day by day it’s time that i should leave but i’ve
Most of what i wright comes from inspiration from the world around me What others are
You say you do not fear Me then You do not fear death itself for My soul
As I sit here and cry nobody notices the tears For I hide
He sits on a hill of bodies and wonders why has this become his hated fate To take the life
You sit in a corner and nobody sees the bloody tears running down your face For the pain you’ve
A poem about rhyme A poem abou time What can you say About their little fray Thee is never time
Thief and dark angel what a pair they make Her hiding in the dark stealing their secrets Him in the open with
I’ve probably had about ten shots now trying to drown out her memory We left under harsh words, tears, and shouts
sitting by a monument tower for those fallen befor us yet do we recognize
it’s not so much a question of when but a question of how how will i live
