04/22/14
This isn’t a poem, it’s relly just… Of pain and sorrow And the lost maybes of tomorrow For i can’t remember a single happ… i remember smiling, laughing
If you could be any person you wanted to be who would that person be?
Merry Meet the witches greet by light of the midnight moon To cast their
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…
i’m tired of this old pain i face day by day it’s time that i should leave but i’ve
they say home is where the heart is but what if you don’t know where
There is a boy sitting in a corner He is diffrent than other people and They leave him behind
they say tomorrow is a new day and it will get better but it never
I have a word of advice for any body young or old keep your heart
You say you do not fear Me then You do not fear death itself for My soul
it’s not so much a question of when but a question of how how will i live
ring ring the final day is done ring ring time is up ring ring
I’m sitting on a hill staring at a city that I never loved A life I could
he plays his feelings out in the beat of his drum not realizing it’s taking the life right out of him
i sit up high upon a wall and that’s when people see me They don’t say