03/10/15
i wont be falling any time soon i wont come calling on you i’ll stand on my own
A whisper fades on the evening wind along with the hope of tomorrows friend Yet there is a
Merry Meet the witches greet by light of the midnight moon To cast their
I’m sitting on a hill staring at a city that I never loved A life I could
A poem about rhyme A poem abou time What can you say About their little fray Thee is never time
You are my light In the dark You are my calm In a storm You are my peace
They come and go with us We see them nor hear them We feel them nor
“please sir” those are the only words I can say i don’t know
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
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
I sit amongst a group of people not saying a word they do not
sitting by a monument tower for those fallen befor us yet do we recognize
splish, splash floating in my own blood so many cuts that i’ve actually
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
The constant ruckus The constant noise When will it stop When will it cease When will i finaly