if you know "Black Buttler" you know some of what some of this poem means
i have learned over the years that love is no good It crushes your
I’ve probably had about ten shots now trying to drown out her memory We left under harsh words, tears, and shouts
If the world realy does end If i’m still alive by then i’ll go peacfully for
A poem about rhyme A poem abou time What can you say About their little fray Thee is never time
Most of what i wright comes from inspiration from the world around me What others are
Blood flow freely flow until i have no more to give Flow until you have
right or wrong it’s up to you each person has their own moral compass some people may
As I sit here and cry nobody notices the tears For I hide
The time passes by with the anquish of tears The pain and sarrow are
the wind howls as the water churns and we are tempest tossed in this raging storm the men work hard
i’ve never met somebody who set my blood on fire quite like this with flames moving throughout my body
I’m sitting on a hill staring at a city that I never loved A life I could
Don’t tell me you love me Don’t tell me you hate me Don’t say you
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
I am my own angle and my own demon I am my best dream and my worst nightmare I can bring sun shine