"Too often we don't realize what we have until it's gone. Too often we're too stubborn to say, 'I'm sorry, I was wrong.' Too often it seems we hurt the ones closest to our hearts and we let the most foolish things tear us apart." |
In a world so small, I'm beginning to fall,
Not knowing how to deal with another day...
Flowing through my bloodstream silently, sweetly.
On this night I will die from the poison in my...
My first poem in over 6 months =]
Thoughts scattered like color patterns of broken...
My first poem in over 6 months =]
Thoughts scattered like color patterns of broken...
Flowing through my bloodstream silently, sweetly.
On this night I will die from the poison in my...
"Pull yourself together," they say...
"Stop thinking of might-have-beens; and stop...
In a world so small, I'm beginning to fall,
Not knowing how to deal with another day...
Pictures and a scatter of memories - are a little...
Snow falls gently onto cold ground, in the last...