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 sit amongst a group of people not saying a word they do not
There is a boy sitting in a corner He is diffrent than other people and They leave him behind
Merry Meet the witches greet by light of the midnight moon To cast their
I’ve probably had about ten shots now trying to drown out her memory We left under harsh words, tears, and shouts
A stranger standing In a street full Of people yet Can’t find himself People stand and
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…
What do you do when you’ve screwed up this bad and you’re not sure that it can be fixed
i’ve got to many images and words in my own head a part of me
A poem about rhyme A poem abou time What can you say About their little fray Thee is never time
The constant ruckus The constant noise When will it stop When will it cease When will i finaly
You say you do not fear Me then You do not fear death itself for My soul
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
fists flying we’re in fisticuffs and there’s no stopping it i stepped in out of place to take
Blood flow freely flow until i have no more to give Flow until you have