Hair the color of golden wheat.
Strands rumpled by the wind blowing...
Finially. Finially. Finially.
I mean, it's been a year...
A faint whisper of hope,
A voice far away...
To all my friends and dears,
To all thats in my life...
To everyone in my life
that I've hurt, or mislead...
You are my best friend
My sidekick...
Me and you,
you and me...
If i closed my ears
how loud would you scream...
An exchanging of words
Between a friend and a friend...
I always thought I knew what I wanted & that...
But when you got fed up it's something deep inside...
For every painful word you wrote
i hurt...
I sat here all night thinking, not knowing what to...
and i have come to realize that my writing sucks...