this one was inspired by a friends word
gossamer wings hiding the black soul underneath crystal eyes hiding the dark pit behind if you could see the
A stranger standing In a street full Of people yet Can’t find himself People stand and
You sit in a corner and nobody sees the bloody tears running down your face For the pain you’ve
the ground begins to tremble with the power of her anger the choices
i’m tired of this old pain i face day by day it’s time that i should leave but i’ve
Have you ever had your heart torn in two You don’t even know if the pieces
The wind blows softly across the meadow carrying the whispers of tomorrow’s sorrows If you listen closely
They say she died tragically It’s sad to see a
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
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
A whisper fades on the evening wind along with the hope of tomorrows friend Yet there is a
A poem about rhyme A poem abou time What can you say About their little fray Thee is never time
I’ve probably had about ten shots now trying to drown out her memory We left under harsh words, tears, and shouts
I am my own angle and my own demon I am my best dream and my worst nightmare I can bring sun shine