10/09/13
Have you ever had your heart torn in two You don’t even know if the pieces
stand up be strong that’s what i’ve always been told keep fighting
Who am i to you? Am i boy or girl? Am i life
A poem about rhyme A poem abou time What can you say About their little fray Thee is never time
fists flying we’re in fisticuffs and there’s no stopping it i stepped in out of place to take
eyes wide open it’s the middle of the night eyes wide open and i’ve given
I really just want to know what you think what crosses your mind when i
The time passes by with the anquish of tears The pain and sarrow are
right or wrong it’s up to you each person has their own moral compass some people may
It started when i was seven Its been about Eleven years now This strange fasination
They call her the barefoot princess A princess that despises her royal gown No shoes and
The wind blows softly across the meadow carrying the whispers of tomorrow’s sorrows If you listen closely
There is a boy sitting in a corner He is diffrent than other people and They leave him behind
Most of what i wright comes from inspiration from the world around me What others are
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