10/12/15
I’ve probably had about ten shots now trying to drown out her memory We left under harsh words, tears, and shouts
A poem about rhyme A poem abou time What can you say About their little fray Thee is never time
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”
I have a word of advice for any body young or old keep your heart
You sit in a corner and nobody sees the bloody tears running down your face For the pain you’ve
gossamer wings hiding the black soul underneath crystal eyes hiding the dark pit behind if you could see the
I still don’t see your fascination… i don’t even know what drew you in… in my mind i always compared you t… not one-hundred percent ruthless a… but able to see enough into the da…
people see an outward aperance and think i’m inacent and pure but not once do they look to see the darkness hidden uderneath just because i can make myself
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
As I sit here and cry nobody notices the tears For I hide
Most of what i wright comes from inspiration from the world around me What others are
It started when i was seven Its been about Eleven years now This strange fasination
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
“please sir” those are the only words I can say i don’t know
i’ve got to many images and words in my own head a part of me