If the world realy does end If i’m still alive by then i’ll go peacfully for
Every where around me i see happiness and joy yet i can’t join in The feeling of being dead inside
i wont be falling any time soon i wont come calling on you i’ll stand on my own
A poem about rhyme A poem abou time What can you say About their little fray Thee is never time
I want to talk to let you know But I see that you’re dealing, Barely that is, with your own shit I see it in your eyes, In the way you stand
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
i hear people talk all day but they don’t know the words they say It’s like being on auto pilot same routine
A whisper fades on the evening wind along with the hope of tomorrows friend Yet there is a
what do you do when your worst fears are realized when the words you’ve dreaded hearing have been spoken where will you go now that
I really just want to know what you think what crosses your mind when i
I have a word of advice for any body young or old keep your heart
The time passes by with the anquish of tears The pain and sarrow are
I don’t have any words left to write so why do I even bother trying I have felt so
They say she died tragically It’s sad to see a