10/12/15
my tears fall but i no longer feel them the pain i felt is nothing more than hollowness now i’ve finally given up
i’ve never met somebody who set my blood on fire quite like this with flames moving throughout my body
stand up be strong that’s what i’ve always been told keep fighting
I have a word of advice for any body young or old keep your heart
A poem about rhyme A poem abou time What can you say About their little fray Thee is never time
Plip, plop the blood drops Tick, tock goes the clock Ding, dong
eyes wide open it’s the middle of the night eyes wide open and i’ve given
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
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
You say you do not fear Me then You do not fear death itself for My soul
If the world realy does end If i’m still alive by then i’ll go peacfully for
it’s not so much a question of when but a question of how how will i live
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
I really just want to know what you think what crosses your mind when i