Follow a heart of all true desires,
support the truth, teach the liars...
* second part to quite an old poem *
There's a girl in my class...
It felt so luxurious.
The spectrum before me...
My world becomes shaded,
as my heart buries itself...
What do you do when you realise
that you grew up beneath the same...
I'm full of jokes
some are good...
A solitary creature, am happy alone,
now that my child is grown...
Contentment is not on my roster
Too close to the world...
It's been almost a year
since your cheap apologies...
Did I really exist
or am I...
Sometimes you search for everything
and left behind for a new change...
Who would have known
that a mere hourglass...