04/26/15
I have a word of advice for any body young or old keep your heart
Blood flow freely flow until i have no more to give Flow until you have
Don’t tell me you love me Don’t tell me you hate me Don’t say you
I can put on any outfit, any mask and fool the wisest of men
The time passes by with the anquish of tears The pain and sarrow are
Every thing seems to be changing around me And i’m not sure i’ll be
i’m tired of being broken then put back together i’ve been broken
I don’t have any words left to write so why do I even bother trying I have felt so
I want to talk to let you know But I see that you’re dealing, Barely that is, with your own shit I see it in your eyes, In the way you stand
the ground begins to tremble with the power of her anger the choices
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
A poem about rhyme A poem abou time What can you say About their little fray Thee is never time
gossamer wings hiding the black soul underneath crystal eyes hiding the dark pit behind if you could see the
ring ring the final day is done ring ring time is up ring ring
You sit in a corner and nobody sees the bloody tears running down your face For the pain you’ve