As the awkward silence of a thousand heartbeats pass
I am left to think there is nothing left for me
I don't like diaries they feel far too personal
they speak of pain, bitterness, shattered hopes and dreams
Mine no better than others
All consuming love drowned out by the angry waves of grief and misery
Buried by the storms you left behind as you walked away
Aug 29, 2014
Aug 29, 2014 at 2:45 PM UTC
As the awkward silence of a thousand heartbeats pass
I am left to think there is nothing left for me
I don't like diaries they feel far too personal
they speak of pain, bitterness, shattered hopes and dreams
Mine no better than others
All consuming love drowned out by the angry waves of grief and misery
Buried by the storms you left behind as you walked away
