05/07/15
I have a word of advice for any body young or old keep your heart
the wind howls as the water churns and we are tempest tossed in this raging storm the men work hard
when i came here i was hoping people would stay out of my life now they’re screwing
the ground begins to tremble with the power of her anger the choices
i hear people talk all day but they don’t know the words they say It’s like being on auto pilot same routine
i sit up high upon a wall and that’s when people see me They don’t say
“please sir” those are the only words I can say i don’t know
If the world realy does end If i’m still alive by then i’ll go peacfully for
A poem about rhyme A poem abou time What can you say About their little fray Thee is never time
i’m tired of being broken then put back together i’ve been broken
i’ve got to many images and words in my own head a part of me
Did you know I’ve cut myself Watched myself Bleed Did you know
I don’t have any words left to write so why do I even bother trying I have felt so
no words to express to screwed up in the head don’t know what to say have nothing to explain for once words fail me
i’ve never met somebody who set my blood on fire quite like this with flames moving throughout my body