Even though the tears fall the misary never fades You hope to last till morning but you feel you’re withering away

A poem about rhyme A poem abou time What can you say About their little fray Thee is never time

i’m tired of this old pain i face day by day it’s time that i should leave but i’ve

A whisper fades on the evening wind along with the hope of tomorrows friend Yet there is a

Most of what i wright comes from inspiration from the world around me What others are

They always ask is the wight jacket comfy are the wight walls conferring And always I

They call her the barefoot princess A princess that despises her royal gown No shoes and

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

gossamer wings hiding the black soul underneath crystal eyes hiding the dark pit behind if you could see the