06/06/15
The wind blows softly across the meadow carrying the whispers of tomorrow’s sorrows If you listen closely
What do you do when you’ve screwed up this bad and you’re not sure that it can be fixed
I’ve probably had about ten shots now trying to drown out her memory We left under harsh words, tears, and shouts
I’ve got attitude DAMN right I’ve got attitude! Living in this House with
Merry Meet the witches greet by light of the midnight moon To cast their
maybe it’s all in my head that the world is really this crue… perhaps they are right that I need to let go but i can’t make myself do it
Every thing seems to be changing around me And i’m not sure i’ll be
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
Thief and dark angel what a pair they make Her hiding in the dark stealing their secrets Him in the open with
A stranger standing In a street full Of people yet Can’t find himself People stand and
As I sit here and cry nobody notices the tears For I hide
Even though the tears fall the misary never fades You hope to last till morning but you feel you’re withering away
I have a word of wisdom Never cross me and my sword For my sword
If the world realy does end If i’m still alive by then i’ll go peacfully for
You are my light In the dark You are my calm In a storm You are my peace