the wind howls as the water churns and we are tempest tossed in this raging storm the men work hard
maybe it’s all in my head that the world is really this crue… perhaps they are right that I need to let go but i can’t make myself do it
gossamer wings hiding the black soul underneath crystal eyes hiding the dark pit behind if you could see the
A poem about rhyme A poem abou time What can you say About their little fray Thee is never time
splish, splash floating in my own blood so many cuts that i’ve actually
It started when i was seven Its been about Eleven years now This strange fasination
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
I don’t have any words left to write so why do I even bother trying I have felt so
i wont be falling any time soon i wont come calling on you i’ll stand on my own
Plip, plop the blood drops Tick, tock goes the clock Ding, dong
Every where around me i see happiness and joy yet i can’t join in The feeling of being dead inside
The time passes by with the anquish of tears The pain and sarrow are
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’ve never met somebody who set my blood on fire quite like this with flames moving throughout my body
They always ask is the wight jacket comfy are the wight walls conferring And always I
