| Something I wrote after waiting a Child abuse video that made me both sad and Mad |


Over the FenceWhy grass is Greener on the other side of the fenceOver the Fence
During Life you will come to place where your going to have to cross that fence
This fence could represent A life problem
And for you to give up and say Screw this I'm not jumping no fence
The your saying you don't have the strength to grow
Because after you fix that problem or cross that fence
Everything is much better things are lights
But never look back that


Your Hazel EyesYour Hazel EyesYour Hazel Eyes
Are like A Forest
A peaceful, Calm Place
A place in which you can escape to
A place where realty is no more
A Great place to escape with the one you love
You just have to find the right guy
Then he to can escape into your eyes
A place where forever means forever
A place where there are always happy endings


Be my JulietI want to be your RomeoBe my Juliet
I'll take you away from here
To place where Happiness is always
I know you might be scared
But I'll draw my Sword and Fight your fear
You'll never have to shed a tear
Because I'll forever be there for you
I'll care for you
I know you my not trust me
But I mean it when I say I Love you
You might think I'll leave like the other guy
But please don't fret I'm here to stay
I may not be prefect but I'm hoping to rock your world
All I want is to make you ha


Rainbow of HatredLet the Red fire of your hate Destroy youRainbow of Hatred
Let the Orange Flames of Hell Consume your soul
Let the Light of Yellow Blind you from your sins
Let the Green Plants Bind Your Fate
Let the Blue Ocean Drowned your Sorrow
Let your face turn Indigo Has you choke on your pride Let your Purple Ego Lead to your Demise
| Something I wrote after waiting a Child abuse video that made me both sad and Mad |


CutA young girl sits in the corner, She sits, and I hear her sigh. She was at first so happy, But it was all a bitter lie.Cut
She feels so hollow and empty, And she really wants to die. So with her sleeves, covers her face, And quietly begins to cry.
In her soul is hatred, So she sits there wiping her tears, She crys and crys and crys, She let’s it all out after so many years.
The lights become dim, Oh no! I know what's on her mind. I hope, I beg, I pray, That happiness she'll soon find.
If not- she's going to commit suicide,
| I am not be Good at Drawing Art (A.K.A My square Headed People) But I do like to write poetry not that is good anyways but I try... hey I mean we can all me be gods at everything now can we |
have a watchback!
lol ^^
I don't care I'll watch anyway.
How old are you?
And I'm 14 how old are you?
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