Well, there isn't much to say here except that at times I thought I'd died and gone to hell- unfortunately I didn't, I was just living life. |
The rain is pouring and will not stop
Sounds of mourning ensue...
The beating of a heart
It's such a strange, beautiful feeling...
The rain is pouring and will not stop
Sounds of mourning ensue...
Here I am now, lying on the floor.
You can look down at me...
Vicariously I will die
Many times in my life...
Cold eyes filled with angst
Wrought their tears down your cheek...
I wear my heart on my sleeve; I'm used to the mess it makes. - Me |
'It is truely a shame that in love, one must suffer the fate of wanting what one cannot have.' - Me |
Poetry is the language of the soul. - Me. |