aceblade's works for Tuesday, December 21, 2010

Four hundred, forty-four days since you broke on through to the other side, many nights and days were black with no sun's rays and no moonlight. You have seen me through and helped me read an un-legible book from chapter to chapter when nothing was understood I guess you interpreted my thoughts and... Sign in to see full entry.

kind, innocent and pure but has seen too much, like an angel, he endures the burdens and carries a cross maybe it's his big brown eyes that depict his thoughts, they tell a story of sadness, confusion and anger of sorts, on the surface a poster child for the all-american boy, within I'm afraid there... Sign in to see full entry.