Most of what i wright comes from inspiration from the world around me What others are
it’s not so much a question of when but a question of how how will i live
i’ve never met somebody who set my blood on fire quite like this with flames moving throughout my body
Even though the tears fall the misary never fades You hope to last till morning but you feel you’re withering away
I’m sitting on a hill staring at a city that I never loved A life I could
They call her the barefoot princess A princess that despises her royal gown No shoes and
I am my own angle and my own demon I am my best dream and my worst nightmare I can bring sun shine
You sit in a corner and nobody sees the bloody tears running down your face For the pain you’ve
Merry Meet the witches greet by light of the midnight moon To cast their
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
The constant ruckus The constant noise When will it stop When will it cease When will i finaly
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
This isn’t a poem, it’s relly just… Of pain and sorrow And the lost maybes of tomorrow For i can’t remember a single happ… i remember smiling, laughing