Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Apr 2014
Why... Why, why, why, why, why... So many whys, with so few tries. Just sitting around waiting. Waiting not to die, but waiting on, a breath of life.
EphemeralLikeGold
Written by
EphemeralLikeGold  23/M
(23/M)   
823
 
Please log in to view and add comments on poems