06/23/14
I sit amongst a group of people not saying a word they do not
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
I have a word of wisdom Never cross me and my sword For my sword
you said I was an angel yet i only see the demon you said i had beauty yet i only see ugliness within you said “beauty in the flesh”
There is a boy sitting in a corner He is diffrent than other people and They leave him behind
ring ring the final day is done ring ring time is up ring ring
I want to talk to let you know But I see that you’re dealing, Barely that is, with your own shit I see it in your eyes, In the way you stand
How my heart does beat simply by reading your words How it feels like it shall burst from me when you are near When time and space separate
Thief and dark angel what a pair they make Her hiding in the dark stealing their secrets Him in the open with
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
What do you do when you’ve screwed up this bad and you’re not sure that it can be fixed
A poem about rhyme A poem abou time What can you say About their little fray Thee is never time
i sit up high upon a wall and that’s when people see me They don’t say
no words to express to screwed up in the head don’t know what to say have nothing to explain for once words fail me