(2015)
09/28/15
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…
anger, pain, and sorrow raging inside yet seems so calm and collected
I am my own angle and my own demon I am my best dream and my worst nightmare I can bring sun shine
I’m sitting on a hill staring at a city that I never loved A life I could
it’s not so much a question of when but a question of how how will i live
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
I really just want to know what you think what crosses your mind when i
There is a boy sitting in a corner He is diffrent than other people and They leave him behind
the ground begins to tremble with the power of her anger the choices
A poem about rhyme A poem abou time What can you say About their little fray Thee is never time
Thief and dark angel what a pair they make Her hiding in the dark stealing their secrets Him in the open with
I don’t have any words left to write so why do I even bother trying I have felt so
It started when i was seven Its been about Eleven years now This strange fasination
The time passes by with the anquish of tears The pain and sarrow are
i wont be falling any time soon i wont come calling on you i’ll stand on my own