Don't humor me,
I don't need your sympathy,
Take it or leave.
Childhoods hour,
was the demons longful power.
Passion is the fire from the holy grail,
look at her as her face turns pale.
Blood drained and tears running down,
She can't help but make a sound.
Simple things must come in vain.
But does she need all this pain?
Came from a world black and white,
She wishes for her to do the right.
Different person that they see,
They dont know her so let her be.
Don't know her or them,
Like a thorn pricked of a stem.
Like a razor that tears,
Blood and tears go in pairs.
He helps her see a different side,
But he doesn't know the past that she hides.
I did this when I was having family rproblems and Ryan was the only person I could talk too. Thanks Ryan.
