08/29/15
This isn’t a poem, it’s relly just… Of pain and sorrow And the lost maybes of tomorrow For i can’t remember a single happ… i remember smiling, laughing
I have a word of wisdom Never cross me and my sword For my sword
He sits on a hill of bodies and wonders why has this become his hated fate To take the life
I have a word of advice for any body young or old keep your heart
They call her the barefoot princess A princess that despises her royal gown No shoes and
my tears fall but i no longer feel them the pain i felt is nothing more than hollowness now i’ve finally given up
The time passes by with the anquish of tears The pain and sarrow are
I’ve probably had about ten shots now trying to drown out her memory We left under harsh words, tears, and shouts
I can put on any outfit, any mask and fool the wisest of men
Have you ever had your heart torn in two You don’t even know if the pieces
I sit amongst a group of people not saying a word they do not
They say she died tragically It’s sad to see a
Have you ever seen the gleaming wight teeth floating by your head Or the glowing red eyes underneath your bed
eyes wide open it’s the middle of the night eyes wide open and i’ve given
You are my light In the dark You are my calm In a storm You are my peace