The melancholy that can only be expressed by those who have loved and lost.
The tears of a broken life, left to question where it all went wrong.
The dreams that call out to us as we walk through the veil of life.
A poet crying out for recognition, hoping his plea is heard.
Loneliness of a tired soul, only twenty-three years old.
A song, left unsung, for a coward I am.
A dream, but a dream.
Feb 9, 2013
Feb 9, 2013 at 1:57 AM UTC
The melancholy that can only be expressed by those who have loved and lost.
The tears of a broken life, left to question where it all went wrong.
The dreams that call out to us as we walk through the veil of life.
A poet crying out for recognition, hoping his plea is heard.
Loneliness of a tired soul, only twenty-three years old.
A song, left unsung, for a coward I am.
A dream, but a dream.
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