LizardKing Writing

world of dreams well they tell me what to be i have my own fantasy living on a world of a one way street we have nothing left to say or do then i w..

do you think freedom exists how many lies must be told before you believe how many friends must you loose how much blood must be shed in the purs..

she talks to her mother and tells her she is an angel when she is with me she is the devil well she cuts class to see me doesn't want to be me so ..

poem about rain

A poem about a girl I started talking to

Compartment 114
Compartment 114

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Your Beautiful Eyes I talk to you slowly I look in your beautiful eyes You seem to give me love forever I like it I cannot lie You like to see t..

a poem about a time that has passed

A poem of pain

just a poem i wrote