There is a girl dead in a corner Does anybody notice of corse not Do they know her
Have you ever had your heart torn in two You don’t even know if the pieces
They always ask is the wight jacket comfy are the wight walls conferring And always I
i’m tired of being broken then put back together i’ve been broken
Don’t hide me from the rain Don’t hide me from the pain i still hear
when i came here i was hoping people would stay out of my life now they’re screwing
I don’t have any words left to write so why do I even bother trying I have felt so
I really just want to know what you think what crosses your mind when i
A poem about rhyme A poem abou time What can you say About their little fray Thee is never time
There is a boy sitting in a corner He is diffrent than other people and They leave him behind
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’ve got to many images and words in my own head a part of me
sitting by a monument tower for those fallen befor us yet do we recognize
i hear people talk all day but they don’t know the words they say It’s like being on auto pilot same routine
He sits on a hill of bodies and wonders why has this become his hated fate To take the life