09/29/15
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
splish, splash floating in my own blood so many cuts that i’ve actually
“please sir” those are the only words I can say i don’t know
He sits on a hill of bodies and wonders why has this become his hated fate To take the life
fists flying we’re in fisticuffs and there’s no stopping it i stepped in out of place to take
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 wont be falling any time soon i wont come calling on you i’ll stand on my own
Who am I dark as night with soulless eyes Blood stained cloak and a hollow voice
A poem about rhyme A poem abou time What can you say About their little fray Thee is never time
How can I go three days Depressed and barely eating But he doesn’t even notice Tortured in my dreams By visions of the past
eyes wide open it’s the middle of the night eyes wide open and i’ve given
It started when i was seven Its been about Eleven years now This strange fasination
i hear people talk all day but they don’t know the words they say It’s like being on auto pilot same routine
Thief and dark angel what a pair they make Her hiding in the dark stealing their secrets Him in the open with
I don’t have any words left to write so why do I even bother trying I have felt so