06/24/15
I’ve probably had about ten shots now trying to drown out her memory We left under harsh words, tears, and shouts
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
Even though the tears fall the misary never fades You hope to last till morning but you feel you’re withering away
What do you do when you’ve screwed up this bad and you’re not sure that it can be fixed
Who am i to you? Am i boy or girl? Am i life
i’ve got to many images and words in my own head a part of me
The wind blows softly across the meadow carrying the whispers of tomorrow’s sorrows If you listen closely
fists flying we’re in fisticuffs and there’s no stopping it i stepped in out of place to take
As I sit here and cry nobody notices the tears For I hide
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
A poem about rhyme A poem abou time What can you say About their little fray Thee is never time
I’ve got attitude DAMN right I’ve got attitude! Living in this House with
he plays his feelings out in the beat of his drum not realizing it’s taking the life right out of him
ring ring the final day is done ring ring time is up ring ring