The last spark
was my...
Us, poets, evoke on emotions that
no matter how simple are never...
So I have bled for you
You who do not care...
Trust the man whose feet
point just the way he's going...
Every time she falls,
she lands upon rocks of memories...
Distance:
a million miles filled with heart-drowning pain...
Silver moon
shining upon an ocean of reflection...
When fear surrounds you,
my love will follow you...
We exist in a self-seeking earth,
Each person heeds their nature...
Where to
from here...
So many things in my heart I feel
Sadness, Depression Trust Me it's real...
We are wild,
Feral little things...