this one was inspired by a friends word
i’ve never met somebody who set my blood on fire quite like this with flames moving throughout my body
A poem about rhyme A poem abou time What can you say About their little fray Thee is never time
splish, splash floating in my own blood so many cuts that i’ve actually
Every thing seems to be changing around me And i’m not sure i’ll be
How can I go three days Depressed and barely eating But he doesn’t even notice Tortured in my dreams By visions of the past
they say tomorrow is a new day and it will get better but it never
i’m tired of being broken then put back together i’ve been broken
The constant ruckus The constant noise When will it stop When will it cease When will i finaly
no words to express to screwed up in the head don’t know what to say have nothing to explain for once words fail me
He sits on a hill of bodies and wonders why has this become his hated fate To take the life
stirring emotions voices in my head i’m so confused this isn’t normal this isn’t right
Blood flow freely flow until i have no more to give Flow until you have
How my heart does beat simply by reading your words How it feels like it shall burst from me when you are near When time and space separate
I have a word of wisdom Never cross me and my sword For my sword
If you could be any person you wanted to be who would that person be?