(2013)
This poem is bad I know so please help
Merry Meet the witches greet by light of the midnight moon To cast their
i have learned over the years that love is no good It crushes your
i’m tired of this old pain i face day by day it’s time that i should leave but i’ve
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…
ring ring the final day is done ring ring time is up ring ring
I sit amongst a group of people not saying a word they do not
the wind howls as the water churns and we are tempest tossed in this raging storm the men work hard
they say tomorrow is a new day and it will get better but it never
fists flying we’re in fisticuffs and there’s no stopping it i stepped in out of place to take
They always ask is the wight jacket comfy are the wight walls conferring And always I
I don’t have any words left to write so why do I even bother trying I have felt so
They call her the barefoot princess A princess that despises her royal gown No shoes and
Who am I dark as night with soulless eyes Blood stained cloak and a hollow voice
Blood flow freely flow until i have no more to give Flow until you have
They say she died tragically It’s sad to see a