Sometimes I burn them.
The dismissive look speaks volumes.
The dismissive look speaks volumes.
- Me, five minutes ago.
- Me, five minutes ago.
where warmth once was
Blank pages
Hold all the unwritten words
Empty hearts
Beat like drums
Can only I hear?
where warmth once was
Blank pages
Hold all the unwritten words
Empty hearts
Beat like drums
Can only I hear?
Almost.
Almost.
He'd have a place
On top of the world
Some hundreds of years ago
Outlaw, now
As we are civilized
Or are we?
He'd have a place
On top of the world
Some hundreds of years ago
Outlaw, now
As we are civilized
Or are we?
to the page
as if incomplete
the pauses, lingering
make time stand still
ink dries
more tears
more thoughts fall broken
to the page
as if incomplete
the pauses, lingering
make time stand still
ink dries
more tears
more thoughts fall broken