Thoughts
I can't keep at bay,
resurface in front of me,
each and every day.
Feelings,
I can't seem to contain
as everyday,
more misery I gain.
Paths
I always seem to cross.
never able
to my misery away toss.
YOU ARE READING
Darkened
Poetry"Walks there the girl of the constant weep, tears shed at night by a girl who never sleeps" *** Collection of poems for all who believe in feelings. *** 2nd Place Winner in the Pheonix Awards
