The beating song

They dance to stars no one sees And whisper how they wish to breath Always asked How and why They never really seemed to try To be the same Less or more But isn’t that why It’s been called war It’s always asked by this shade of men Why she couldn’t be Who she was…

Trust again

If it was Not for the simple fact Of need And love And lust In fact Perhaps I’d be A little more lax But of course There’s no chance of that In stead ill scream Hate And cry But because I I can Is why I’m able to try Perhaps ill let go Of an…