Life Of A Teen..(Deepest Poems)

Venting Pm. No. 2

Hopefully, Some people riot

And set fire to tomorrow

not because of the pain

But the sorrow that comes with it.

Stil, we came as romans

Left as heathens

To retrieve what was stolen

If I could I'd do it myself

Set Fire To The Darkness

Set Fire To Tomorrow

I can't get enough tears as I take notes as life passes me by

Dismantling,little by little, my intricate disguise

Make me feel it

You little whore! 

Make me feel it!

In rage we will head for rome

Add a layer one or two

Make me beautiful if you could

And If I lie here forever

I would see it wash away

I could see it carry me away