To my boyfriend Cris
(2013)
This is a story of two lost souls and standing up for those you love.
Plip, plop the blood drops Tick, tock goes the clock Ding, dong
They say she died tragically It’s sad to see a
I am my own angle and my own demon I am my best dream and my worst nightmare I can bring sun shine
i sit up high upon a wall and that’s when people see me They don’t say
“please sir” those are the only words I can say i don’t know
They always ask is the wight jacket comfy are the wight walls conferring And always I
Even though the tears fall the misary never fades You hope to last till morning but you feel you’re withering away
As I sit here and cry nobody notices the tears For I hide
Most of what i wright comes from inspiration from the world around me What others are
my tears fall but i no longer feel them the pain i felt is nothing more than hollowness now i’ve finally given up
we are a new race rising with ice in our blood we will fight any body because we are family “we are a new breed rising
A poem about rhyme A poem abou time What can you say About their little fray Thee is never time
Every thing seems to be changing around me And i’m not sure i’ll be
gossamer wings hiding the black soul underneath crystal eyes hiding the dark pit behind if you could see the
It started when i was seven Its been about Eleven years now This strange fasination