Not the best writer but I guess we can't all be great. If you want to know more ask. |
Far away lies the truth,
the truth I desire and dread...
Trying to let go i wait in
dark tranquility...
I stare through the fragile glass
into black oblivion...
A door swings shut
opening windows and walkways...
The days stride by single file, oblivious to...
indifferent to the bitter disappointments...
One shed tear means more than any words... |
Great minds think alike... or just similarly irrational ones |
Running from the past, |