It was great until it lasted A love truly never destined to be Silently tormented by the whys Happiness so abruptly taken from me
Sometimes in life loss internally is beyond self-pity and regret. Sometimes it is when you fail to see what others are eagerly and vigilantly working towards destroying in you.
I raise my head, now crying out for this airy Heaven.
The hardest part in being alive is that it requires us to be more than who we are. We are called to look, not only to the surface, but pass every strand of prejudice in every person.
It would have required a series of well-fought battles. Foolishly, just having left the better pair of binoculars in my other suit.
In listening to all my pain FailuresAnd his walls Hidden my tears And wiped with water.
the lights are on, but no one's home, these glimmered eyes, lamps left on long ago.
I walk these floors, dirt, beneath bare feet, from many roads taken and the soles of passersby.
Drugs and vices were designed to put people through a cycle that has one purpose to kill as many people as possible over a long term we call lifetime. People will make promises, lies, pretend to change and even keep appearances but in the end the drugs and vices win.
Where shall I sit in this place I don’t know. Which side of the aisle Should I be.
How do people walk away from a house? At what time is a house deemed so beyond repair that leaving it and some of its contents seemed feasible?
She began to whisper About dreams turning dark And uncanny happenings