06/21/16
The time passes by with the anquish of tears The pain and sarrow are
There is a boy sitting in a corner He is diffrent than other people and They leave him behind
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
As I sit here and cry nobody notices the tears For I hide
They call her the barefoot princess A princess that despises her royal gown No shoes and
Don’t hide me from the rain Don’t hide me from the pain i still hear
i’m tired of being broken then put back together i’ve been broken
it’s not so much a question of when but a question of how how will i live
Even though the tears fall the misary never fades You hope to last till morning but you feel you’re withering away
A poem about rhyme A poem abou time What can you say About their little fray Thee is never time
There is a girl dead in a corner Does anybody notice of corse not Do they know her
i have learned over the years that love is no good It crushes your
Who am i to you? Am i boy or girl? Am i life
A whisper fades on the evening wind along with the hope of tomorrows friend Yet there is a
Don’t tell me you love me Don’t tell me you hate me Don’t say you