(2015)
05/07/15
They call her the barefoot princess A princess that despises her royal gown No shoes and
i wont be falling any time soon i wont come calling on you i’ll stand on my own
he plays his feelings out in the beat of his drum not realizing it’s taking the life right out of him
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”
They come and go with us We see them nor hear them We feel them nor
I’m sitting on a hill staring at a city that I never loved A life I could
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
stand up be strong that’s what i’ve always been told keep fighting
it’s not so much a question of when but a question of how how will i live
There is a boy sitting in a corner He is diffrent than other people and They leave him behind
Thief and dark angel what a pair they make Her hiding in the dark stealing their secrets Him in the open with
As I sit here and cry nobody notices the tears For I hide
Every where around me i see happiness and joy yet i can’t join in The feeling of being dead inside
Even though the tears fall the misary never fades You hope to last till morning but you feel you’re withering away