Wrote this when i was six or seven.
sitting by a monument tower for those fallen befor us yet do we recognize
Don’t hide me from the rain Don’t hide me from the pain i still hear
i’ve never met somebody who set my blood on fire quite like this with flames moving throughout my body
i wont be falling any time soon i wont come calling on you i’ll stand on my own
I’m sitting on a hill staring at a city that I never loved A life I could
I can put on any outfit, any mask and fool the wisest of men
i sit up high upon a wall and that’s when people see me They don’t say
They say she died tragically It’s sad to see a
the ground begins to tremble with the power of her anger the choices
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 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…
Merry Meet the witches greet by light of the midnight moon To cast their
people see an outward aperance and think i’m inacent and pure but not once do they look to see the darkness hidden uderneath just because i can make myself
A whisper fades on the evening wind along with the hope of tomorrows friend Yet there is a
they say home is where the heart is but what if you don’t know where