06/06/15
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
Every where around me i see happiness and joy yet i can’t join in The feeling of being dead inside
A poem about rhyme A poem abou time What can you say About their little fray Thee is never time
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
a love that’s so close and yet so far within arms reach yet i
I’m sitting on a hill staring at a city that I never loved A life I could
Did you know I’ve cut myself Watched myself Bleed Did you know
He sits on a hill of bodies and wonders why has this become his hated fate To take the life
Don’t tell me you love me Don’t tell me you hate me Don’t say you
i’m tired of this old pain i face day by day it’s time that i should leave but i’ve
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
eyes wide open it’s the middle of the night eyes wide open and i’ve given
Every thing seems to be changing around me And i’m not sure i’ll be
fists flying we’re in fisticuffs and there’s no stopping it i stepped in out of place to take
They always ask is the wight jacket comfy are the wight walls conferring And always I