06/26/14
I am my own angle and my own demon I am my best dream and my worst nightmare I can bring sun shine
A poem about rhyme A poem abou time What can you say About their little fray Thee is never time
a love that’s so close and yet so far within arms reach yet i
Every where around me i see happiness and joy yet i can’t join in The feeling of being dead inside
Who am i to you? Am i boy or girl? Am i life
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
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
I have a word of wisdom Never cross me and my sword For my sword
no words to express to screwed up in the head don’t know what to say have nothing to explain for once words fail me
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…
Who am I dark as night with soulless eyes Blood stained cloak and a hollow voice
i’ve got to many images and words in my own head a part of me
the wind howls as the water churns and we are tempest tossed in this raging storm the men work hard
Even though the tears fall the misary never fades You hope to last till morning but you feel you’re withering away