A single tear running down my cheek
I know there’s more to follow
Choking back and swallowing hard
For fear that if I really get started I may not stop
What of me then?
Feeling like I’m lost in a vast forest
Except not seeing any of the beauty
Only darkness that these feelings provide
There is no longer any light to help my find my way
I’ve been blinded
So the flood of tears commences
And lost in the forest I shall stay
Contemplating my mistakes
Thinking of the ones I’ve hurt
What of me now?
















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It's too late to play the bleeding heart show.
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My Angel~Chris =WhatShortyDid
I always find someone to bruise & leave behind
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