Corridors

by Rustedwings   Mar 24, 2007


My jaw contracts as I walk on alone
leave you behind amid hallways of stone
Blind to the truth to chase your high dreams
to swoon over something, not what it seems

The pit of my stomach drops out from below
such unease I feel you never will know
Tears scream to spring forth from my eyes
I've done this before,each time, a part of me dies

But I can heal each these wounds like never before
With truth of your friendship and my hope for more
Know I walk on with you in my heart and my mind
among corridors of face, it's yours I want find

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