Mar 2015
I was never meant for compassion and sympathy;
It was recklessness that governed my silent reveries,
And it was love that made me stitch myself into them.
Thread by thread, growing ever louder, ultimately becoming too grand
For my thinning soul to bear.
It was recklessness that governed my silent reveries,
And it was love that made me stitch myself into them.
Thread by thread, growing ever louder, ultimately becoming too grand
For my thinning soul to bear.
Another ridiculously old poem, but I like what I was trying to say enough that I may try rewriting this one.
