There are sorrows too shallow to be indulged in, too gray to strike anyone’s eye. There are sorrows that are only mine, That hum in my ears as I struggle to sleep. These are the sorrows that define our life. and destroy our peace. Sorrow born out of dreams that never became reality. Sorrow that we cling to to remember we can dream.
beautifully frozen this fresh august freeze my mind clears through this window
them bolted doors that locked closet mother won't be happy we have escaped her man eyes what beatings my ******* father never knew me
now they wish to sail these seas with me has my ship not been battled upon no wave has captured me there are no let's to my endless waves that we would come to ask ourselves what is it you have offered have you offered us understanding have you offered us compassion how much time have you peeled from daylight
when was your last true call to me as if your hoarse whispers would make me want to cling to you who am i
turn the pages without blinking let's your eye lids become my whithering roses ?