I love to read and write poems. I also like to daydream, I don't know if that's good or bad. I just know that I can't help it, I'm a daydreamer. |
The spirit within feels deeply unloved,
As the frail body alone keeps standing...
She stands beautifully disguised,
Exhaling invisible pain...
This chapter ends as you leave,
And I stare at my empty hands...
The ink has given strength to my pain,
And has opened the door to desperation...
I never knew love could be so wrong,
but you showed me...
The ink has given strength to my pain,
And has opened the door to desperation...
I envy those who open their heart to the world,
And bravely walk in their naked self...
This chapter ends as you leave,
And I stare at my empty hands...
Tired of fighting an endless battle,
I'm letting go of hope...