I’m sitting on a hill staring at a city that I never loved A life I could

A poem about rhyme A poem abou time What can you say About their little fray Thee is never time

I’ve probably had about ten shots now trying to drown out her memory We left under harsh words, tears, and shouts

Have you ever seen the gleaming wight teeth floating by your head Or the glowing red eyes underneath your bed

There is a boy sitting in a corner He is diffrent than other people and They leave him behind

They always ask is the wight jacket comfy are the wight walls conferring And always I

They say she died tragically It’s sad to see a

If the world realy does end If i’m still alive by then i’ll go peacfully for

The time passes by with the anquish of tears The pain and sarrow are

A whisper fades on the evening wind along with the hope of tomorrows friend Yet there is a