04/26/15
The wind blows softly across the meadow carrying the whispers of tomorrow’s sorrows If you listen closely
A poem about rhyme A poem abou time What can you say About their little fray Thee is never time
they say home is where the heart is but what if you don’t know where
stand up be strong that’s what i’ve always been told keep fighting
I’m sitting on a hill staring at a city that I never loved A life I could
You are my light In the dark You are my calm In a storm You are my peace
They come and go with us We see them nor hear them We feel them nor
Even though the tears fall the misary never fades You hope to last till morning but you feel you’re withering away
How my heart does beat simply by reading your words How it feels like it shall burst from me when you are near When time and space separate
when i came here i was hoping people would stay out of my life now they’re screwing
i sit up high upon a wall and that’s when people see me They don’t say
I’ve got attitude DAMN right I’ve got attitude! Living in this House with
right or wrong it’s up to you each person has their own moral compass some people may
You sit in a corner and nobody sees the bloody tears running down your face For the pain you’ve
he plays his feelings out in the beat of his drum not realizing it’s taking the life right out of him