Hush now my child,don't say a word
Listen to the sounds of the mocking bird.
  
Meek and gentle he does sing,
About a tale long before the spring.
  
A tale of anger and love abound,without
the gentle streams.
  
A couple young and strong,Under the winters rath
  
The winds did blow harsh and cruel,Which filled their hearts
with tears of ice.
  
Now,this tale old but true,begins to come to life.
The spring did come again and melted their tears away.
  
Now,listen children cant you hear,The singing of
the mocking bird,as it cheers for the couple with the frozen tears.
  
But listen children,cant you hear as the mocking bird,begins
to cheer,or could it be a sparrow that fell beneath the couples feet?

Some joys are unknown,
most sadness' also.
My joy is silly,
my sadness is deep.

Our love is strong,
but the tears are bitter.

i know
you know
all the ****** things about me
but i want to take the time
to tell you thank you
for ignoring them
or loving them
or whatever it is
you do to me

I ripped these poems out just as roughly
as you ripped me from your heart
I hate how
you're the blood to my veins
the good to my bye and
I really hate how you grew poisonous flowers in my rib cage
how you entered me like nicotine and
how my lungs are now filled with a grey dark cloud

don't you ever dare say that you never felt anything and
that I once wasn't the light of your life and
that I didn't know anything about you
because we were strangers who
knew each other very well

I loved you more than the sea loves the shore
and you drowned me in a beautiful deep blue sea

j.f

not a joke
not a hoax
finally time to take my life
look at that shiny knife
good bye
farewell
its been short
its been painful
riddled with scars
beaten with bars
into the red
into the dead.
no more cruel world
hello death
my old friend
nice to finally see you again