The Wardrobe I'm not always a good writer, and sometimes I don't always use the right words, or spell them correctly. This just proves I'm not perfect, I have flaws and am learning to love them. I am open minded as well as open hearted, so come on in and have a cup of 57 followers / 398 words
I sit and weep for the lost years For all the tears I shed for you My family you may be but I can only give up On you, you scream and run and fight and all I can do is watch.. I pray for you to unknown gods.
You pass me everyday Not a glance not a hey I see your smile And your laugh Sometimes I swear your daft I'm not a stranger I'm not an outcast I once was yours But alas that is no more
The fear of tomorrow The rush of today The sorrows of good-bye Bombs in the distance Bad smells and loud yells Don't forget me I'll come home I promise You'll see
Tiny tiddly dots Run across of my eyes The sheep are long gone And I've counted all the cracks Dreams allude me As reality enters The sun rises once more To another sleepless life
As our tea simmers and out thoughts wander the whispers of friendship wrap around like steam memories are made, time has no means when our tea simmers for you and me