I feel most at home
when it's raining...
Incumbent dark seeks and envelopes my soul
No voice of comfort no hand to hold...
It feels as if I’m walking
on a pathway full of wilted azaleas...
If tomorrow does not come to me,
You know, I would not care...
Friendship to me is
Having someone’s back...
He is my hope
who keeps my path alight...
We cannot breathe under the same sky anymore,
it drives me insane...
Happily laying my head to rest
On my pillow, only the best...
I know he has a list,
And I know he checks it twice...
Workaholic, insane and crazy
Are some of the words used...
Falling through the cracks of life
Blissfully unaware of strife...
How can I fly with a broken wing?.
After so many times there was never no proper...