Feb 2015
She is full of pain, yet
she won't show it, I bet
that the knife don't hurt
what could? death she flirts
with every day of her life
daring it too end her strife.
He is full of pain, but
he will feel like a mutt,
till the end of his days,
getting told its just a faze,
but when you dance on
the mirrors edge, well mon
ami, you get burnt, and
not even the music of a band,
can heal his soul of its pain
it ruins this boy, pain is his bane.
she won't show it, I bet
that the knife don't hurt
what could? death she flirts
with every day of her life
daring it too end her strife.
He is full of pain, but
he will feel like a mutt,
till the end of his days,
getting told its just a faze,
but when you dance on
the mirrors edge, well mon
ami, you get burnt, and
not even the music of a band,
can heal his soul of its pain
it ruins this boy, pain is his bane.
all the poems tonight go out to 2 people in my life. One of them won't ever read these poems, but his life has been to damnably hard, and it hurts me to see that pain he deals with, every day. and he does dance on a mirrors edge. I wish he did not feel this pain, but I cannot help him.
