Time for loneliness to settle in,
Hope to the gods I never give in.
The pain spreads like flowers,
Hoping that this wont be my final hour.
As I sit here lost in my thoughts,
I know that it was not all for naught.
I'm stuck here only to watch so far away,
through this painful window miles away.
I clutch at this pendent of mine,
To remind myself of the better times.
A smile always seems to cross my face,
Setting my mood with a new pace.
I hold onto these things,
These things called dreams.
In hope for a better time to be.
Once again a poem of my date mate's. When I finally checked back on my G+ I found this on my dash.
Anyways this is a goodbye for now since I'm not gonna be online until some things in my life clear up.
Best of luck to all of you in this game that we call life!
— The End —