01/15/15
Plip, plop the blood drops Tick, tock goes the clock Ding, dong
they say home is where the heart is but what if you don’t know where
They say she died tragically It’s sad to see a
the wind howls as the water churns and we are tempest tossed in this raging storm the men work hard
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
stand up be strong that’s what i’ve always been told keep fighting
There is a boy sitting in a corner He is diffrent than other people and They leave him behind
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
They come and go with us We see them nor hear them We feel them nor
I have a word of advice for any body young or old keep your heart
sitting by a monument tower for those fallen befor us yet do we recognize
Most of what i wright comes from inspiration from the world around me What others are
Blood flow freely flow until i have no more to give Flow until you have
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’m sitting on a hill staring at a city that I never loved A life I could