(2015)
05/07/15
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
He sits on a hill of bodies and wonders why has this become his hated fate To take the life
the wind howls as the water churns and we are tempest tossed in this raging storm the men work hard
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
A poem about rhyme A poem abou time What can you say About their little fray Thee is never time
I’ve probably had about ten shots now trying to drown out her memory We left under harsh words, tears, and shouts
i’m tired of this old pain i face day by day it’s time that i should leave but i’ve
I have a word of advice for any body young or old keep your heart
They always ask is the wight jacket comfy are the wight walls conferring And always I
i’m tired of being broken then put back together i’ve been broken
splish, splash floating in my own blood so many cuts that i’ve actually
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
What do you do when you’ve screwed up this bad and you’re not sure that it can be fixed
The time passes by with the anquish of tears The pain and sarrow are
the ground begins to tremble with the power of her anger the choices