|
there's a hole in my heart,
where the doubts creep in,
and the sadness survives as it hides near dismay,
i yearn for the comfort of a strong kind soul,
and know from the past that i'll always be alone,
not understanding, wishing it would change,
knowing it wont, knowing it cant,
the world is not there,
for flawed bitter souls,
just the bright beauty from boxes and bottles,
my lot has been cast, my beauty has passed,
my death is alone,
my ashes will fly,
and time will pass on,
my existance forgot.
|
Bookmarks
Share
Print
Save