I lay awake, taunted it seems,
By memories long dead.
Faces and places clear in ink,
Waiting to be read.
Why hold onto this now lost dream,
Filled with hurt and pain.
Instead I walk into reality bright
And maybe love again.
May 14, 2017
May 14, 2017 at 10:31 AM UTC
I lay awake, taunted it seems,
By memories long dead.
Faces and places clear in ink,
Waiting to be read.
Why hold onto this now lost dream,
Filled with hurt and pain.
Instead I walk into reality bright
And maybe love again.
Goodbye and Hello. I like this reality a lot.
