10/09/13
A poem about rhyme A poem abou time What can you say About their little fray Thee is never time
Have you ever had your heart torn in two You don’t even know if the pieces
There is a boy sitting in a corner He is diffrent than other people and They leave him behind
Blood flow freely flow until i have no more to give Flow until you have
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’ve never met somebody who set my blood on fire quite like this with flames moving throughout my body
the ground begins to tremble with the power of her anger the choices
Don’t tell me you love me Don’t tell me you hate me Don’t say you
The time passes by with the anquish of tears The pain and sarrow are
There is a girl dead in a corner Does anybody notice of corse not Do they know her
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
i sit up high upon a wall and that’s when people see me They don’t say
The wind blows softly across the meadow carrying the whispers of tomorrow’s sorrows If you listen closely
splish, splash floating in my own blood so many cuts that i’ve actually
ring ring the final day is done ring ring time is up ring ring