the ugly writers

The Road Home

Maybe there was something more Someplace where my mind could rest Where I wouldn't feel such constant flux A place where sleep would come easily But those roads lead to nothing I wanted
the ugly writers

Flashback

Time seemed to pass so slowly Yet so quickly and I begged for more time It happens almost daily One touch will prompt me Even stop me in my tracks

Meet Me

You told me of your dreams And I told you everything About joy and hurt and love gone dim You only smiled and pulled me near I still love that you were the one Who could chase away my fear
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Spaces

I still walk down lonely corridors hoping to find you on my next turn. You are never there waiting for me. I hear you whispering my name more often than I care to admit.
the ugly writers

Shut It Down

Shut down the sadness The loneliness The worry All of the rage The hurt and the fear There isn’t any need You shouldn’t want any of it