04/22/14
the ground begins to tremble with the power of her anger the choices
The wind blows softly across the meadow carrying the whispers of tomorrow’s sorrows If you listen closely
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”
i’m tired of being broken then put back together i’ve been broken
I want to talk to let you know But I see that you’re dealing, Barely that is, with your own shit I see it in your eyes, In the way you stand
i sit up high upon a wall and that’s when people see me They don’t say
What do you do when you’ve screwed up this bad and you’re not sure that it can be fixed
There is a boy sitting in a corner He is diffrent than other people and They leave him behind
It started when i was seven Its been about Eleven years now This strange fasination
what do you do when your worst fears are realized when the words you’ve dreaded hearing have been spoken where will you go now that
Even though the tears fall the misary never fades You hope to last till morning but you feel you’re withering away
stirring emotions voices in my head i’m so confused this isn’t normal this isn’t right
A poem about rhyme A poem abou time What can you say About their little fray Thee is never time
Don’t hide me from the rain Don’t hide me from the pain i still hear
I’m sitting on a hill staring at a city that I never loved A life I could