Insecurity;
merely another word to describe...
While it's true that I love the works of Poe
and melancholy is often a companion of mine...
My mind is a fortress
of un lived realities...
Secrets kept
inside your past...
.
If we could only get rid of...
Have you ever stopped and waited,
Waited for a sunset...
Inside a car, with windows up,
A doll with braided hair, sits...
Peace can be achieved
Only when BOTH combatants...
The sea is mighty, deep, and chilled
And many are the men it's killed...
You call me a sinner simply b/c i am not like you...
CONFUSED...
Trust is a fairytail little girls grow up...
Love is a willing act so many take over and over...
If it were for me,
I'd search between pages and pages...