03/16/15
They call her the barefoot princess A princess that despises her royal gown No shoes and
I don’t have any words left to write so why do I even bother trying I have felt so
right or wrong it’s up to you each person has their own moral compass some people may
It started when i was seven Its been about Eleven years now This strange fasination
I’ve got attitude DAMN right I’ve got attitude! Living in this House with
They always ask is the wight jacket comfy are the wight walls conferring And always I
A poem about rhyme A poem abou time What can you say About their little fray Thee is never time
it’s not so much a question of when but a question of how how will i live
Who am I dark as night with soulless eyes Blood stained cloak and a hollow voice
i have learned over the years that love is no good It crushes your
They come and go with us We see them nor hear them We feel them nor
You sit in a corner and nobody sees the bloody tears running down your face For the pain you’ve
Don’t hide me from the rain Don’t hide me from the pain i still hear
i wont be falling any time soon i wont come calling on you i’ll stand on my own
What do you do when you’ve screwed up this bad and you’re not sure that it can be fixed