03/25/15
You sit in a corner and nobody sees the bloody tears running down your face For the pain you’ve
I have a word of wisdom Never cross me and my sword For my sword
he plays his feelings out in the beat of his drum not realizing it’s taking the life right out of him
As I sit here and cry nobody notices the tears For I hide
Merry Meet the witches greet by light of the midnight moon To cast their
What do you do when you’ve screwed up this bad and you’re not sure that it can be fixed
A poem about rhyme A poem abou time What can you say About their little fray Thee is never time
You say you do not fear Me then You do not fear death itself for My soul
i’ve got to many images and words in my own head a part of me
they say tomorrow is a new day and it will get better but it never
it’s not so much a question of when but a question of how how will i live
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
maybe it’s all in my head that the world is really this crue… perhaps they are right that I need to let go but i can’t make myself do it
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…
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”