The tears are slowly burning
as they creep into my eyes...

Standing on the edge feet hanging of
I no that the landing wont be soft...

The flame that was my childhood
has vanished into time...

People often change their minds
so that it suits there moods...

Its Not Really A poem. I Guess Its More Like a...
People Always Leave...

The devil Won This Time..x
and as the angels lay her body down to rest...

The person inside wants out.
The person I see, that cant be me...

I smile on the outside
But I'm crying on the in...

Tears burning as they fall
memories fading forgetting all...

The days are gray
the clock slowly ticks...

I love you thats a fact
you love me i no all that...

The tears are still there
falling from my eyes...