03/25/15
i wont be falling any time soon i wont come calling on you i’ll stand on my own
ring ring the final day is done ring ring time is up ring ring
Merry Meet the witches greet by light of the midnight moon To cast their
There is a boy sitting in a corner He is diffrent than other people and They leave him behind
You are my light In the dark You are my calm In a storm You are my peace
The constant ruckus The constant noise When will it stop When will it cease When will i finaly
He sits on a hill of bodies and wonders why has this become his hated fate To take the life
sitting by a monument tower for those fallen befor us yet do we recognize
I sit amongst a group of people not saying a word they do not
a love that’s so close and yet so far within arms reach yet i
A poem about rhyme A poem abou time What can you say About their little fray Thee is never time
they say tomorrow is a new day and it will get better but it never
Don’t tell me you love me Don’t tell me you hate me Don’t say you
i have learned over the years that love is no good It crushes your
eyes wide open it’s the middle of the night eyes wide open and i’ve given