Untrampled footsteps Borderline dreams Occasions for sinners Alive if it seems Given to wander Alone at the shore Wanton to whisper I am no more
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Not sure what brings me back...the poetry or expression of raw pain...which makes it hard to look away. Dont know what makes me hide...is it helplessness or fear...like you say..more things change more they remain the same
Dear Anon, Pain is too personal and I understand. Life is all about living, ask no questions and seek no answers. Don't worry about the hiding part :)
I accept everything in life. Love, hatred, Joy , pain.
Morning smile, my Pretty child, Rising sea, lonely heart, Wolf pack, beach walk Hand in hand. "Careful with that Stab, Gentle on darkness, It still loves me"
2 comments:
Not sure what brings me back...the poetry or expression of raw pain...which makes it hard to look away. Dont know what makes me hide...is it helplessness or fear...like you say..more things change more they remain the same
Dear Anon,
Pain is too personal and I understand. Life is all about living, ask no questions and seek no answers. Don't worry about the hiding part :)
I accept everything in life. Love, hatred, Joy , pain.
Morning smile, my Pretty child,
Rising sea, lonely heart,
Wolf pack, beach walk
Hand in hand.
"Careful with that Stab,
Gentle on darkness,
It still loves me"
You can always write to me.
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