I don’t have any words left to write so why do I even bother trying I have felt so
I have a word of advice for any body young or old keep your heart
A whisper fades on the evening wind along with the hope of tomorrows friend Yet there is a
They say she died tragically It’s sad to see a
they say home is where the heart is but what if you don’t know where
sitting by a monument tower for those fallen befor us yet do we recognize
i’ve never met somebody who set my blood on fire quite like this with flames moving throughout my body
the wind howls as the water churns and we are tempest tossed in this raging storm the men work hard
what do you do when your worst fears are realized when the words you’ve dreaded hearing have been spoken where will you go now that
i’m tired of being broken then put back together i’ve been broken
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
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
What do you do when you’ve screwed up this bad and you’re not sure that it can be fixed
A poem about rhyme A poem abou time What can you say About their little fray Thee is never time