06/26/14
it’s not so much a question of when but a question of how how will i live
they say home is where the heart is but what if you don’t know where
when i came here i was hoping people would stay out of my life now they’re screwing
people see an outward aperance and think i’m inacent and pure but not once do they look to see the darkness hidden uderneath just because i can make myself
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
Every thing seems to be changing around me And i’m not sure i’ll be
we are a new race rising with ice in our blood we will fight any body because we are family “we are a new breed rising
“please sir” those are the only words I can say i don’t know
A poem about rhyme A poem abou time What can you say About their little fray Thee is never time
i wont be falling any time soon i wont come calling on you i’ll stand on my own
I’ve probably had about ten shots now trying to drown out her memory We left under harsh words, tears, and shouts
Have you ever had your heart torn in two You don’t even know if the pieces
gossamer wings hiding the black soul underneath crystal eyes hiding the dark pit behind if you could see the
anger, pain, and sorrow raging inside yet seems so calm and collected
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