I'm on my way home
it's almost midnight...
*Note: this is an old poem I submitted 4 years...
Everybody's...
Loneliness-
was a narrow, pitch black hallway...
All night she's been fighting
just to fall asleep...
Leaves flutter
in a summer breeze...
"Life is not measured by the breaths that you take, but by the moments that take your breath away." |
" If I had a flower for every time I thought of you...I could walk in my garden forever." |