09/29/15
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
What do you do when you’ve screwed up this bad and you’re not sure that it can be fixed
ring ring the final day is done ring ring time is up ring ring
anger, pain, and sorrow raging inside yet seems so calm and collected
stand up be strong that’s what i’ve always been told keep fighting
A stranger standing In a street full Of people yet Can’t find himself People stand and
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
The constant ruckus The constant noise When will it stop When will it cease When will i finaly
I really just want to know what you think what crosses your mind when i
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
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
A poem about rhyme A poem abou time What can you say About their little fray Thee is never time
Blood flow freely flow until i have no more to give Flow until you have
i’m tired of being broken then put back together i’ve been broken