A drifter… Looking to explore…. Find the sources of dreams, fantasies and nightmares… Seeking peace in self and with others. An asker of questions; provoker of thought; instigator of confusion with realization of inner self.
Dreams come slow tonight I lay here thinking of the times we had... could have had... should have had... But my tears sting with the sadness that I messed all of that up Feeling the emptiness deep inside knowing you will never share with me again Yes, dreams come slow the pain filling each cell of my brain explosions of rage fear of being alone of not finding peace within...
Added 20 Jun 2012 | Category Love Poems | Votes 17 | Avg Score 4.94 | Views 400 | 19 Comments
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