(2015)
02/24/15
They call her the barefoot princess A princess that despises her royal gown No shoes and
i sit up high upon a wall and that’s when people see me They don’t say
sitting by a monument tower for those fallen befor us yet do we recognize
A poem about rhyme A poem abou time What can you say About their little fray Thee is never time
The time passes by with the anquish of tears The pain and sarrow are
i hear people talk all day but they don’t know the words they say It’s like being on auto pilot same routine
ring ring the final day is done ring ring time is up ring ring
Plip, plop the blood drops Tick, tock goes the clock Ding, dong
gossamer wings hiding the black soul underneath crystal eyes hiding the dark pit behind if you could see the
Blood flow freely flow until i have no more to give Flow until you have
I sit amongst a group of people not saying a word they do not
They come and go with us We see them nor hear them We feel them nor
Don’t tell me you love me Don’t tell me you hate me Don’t say you
I don’t have any words left to write so why do I even bother trying I have felt so
Did you know I’ve cut myself Watched myself Bleed Did you know