Writing is my escape from life. A way to let things out or a wall to hide behind. |
Something in me was pierced by her eyes
From across the row a cold stare of burning malice...
Life washed out losing any hope
Shining stars of beautiful light will fall...
Disillusioned with this pointless task
How does a weary solider fight on...
We all hunger
Nothing sates it...
No one stands up
my arm falls...
Like sunshine breaking through grey clouds
Love shines through my unhappy days...
We all hunger
Nothing sates it...
Disillusioned with this pointless task
How does a weary solider fight on...
Love is a funny thing
Supporting persisting pressures...
Famous men say famous things |
Im A teddy bear; full of fluff so i don't feel emotions! |