got bored after an exam so probably not that good
maybe it’s all in my head that the world is really this crue… perhaps they are right that I need to let go but i can’t make myself do it
they say home is where the heart is but what if you don’t know where
i wont be falling any time soon i wont come calling on you i’ll stand on my own
I’m sitting on a hill staring at a city that I never loved A life I could
Even though the tears fall the misary never fades You hope to last till morning but you feel you’re withering away
sitting by a monument tower for those fallen befor us yet do we recognize
i hear people talk all day but they don’t know the words they say It’s like being on auto pilot same routine
I am my own angle and my own demon I am my best dream and my worst nightmare I can bring sun shine
You are my light In the dark You are my calm In a storm You are my peace
i’m tired of being broken then put back together i’ve been broken
A poem about rhyme A poem abou time What can you say About their little fray Thee is never time
Every thing seems to be changing around me And i’m not sure i’ll be
Blood flow freely flow until i have no more to give Flow until you have
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
what do you do when your worst fears are realized when the words you’ve dreaded hearing have been spoken where will you go now that