no one will see this....no one will read this....
this is for someone...
my life is a broken weel....
i keep fixing it so i can go round and round again...
but it keeps braking...
........all over again........
my loves is a non-existant thing..unless you serch for it
my heart is a locked box..rusted shut.
you have to work away at the lock to open it..and that takes time.
my words....oh my words...they are not heard by the human ear.
even when i say things that are ment to be heard.. no one listens...
am i not ment to be heard?
if that is so..then can you hear my heart braking bit by bit?
can you hear the door to my mind closing?
my sanity fleeing?
me dieing?
so soft...the sound of my angel flying away and leaving me forever alone in death itself.
 Never Ask Dante · Fri Nov 18, 2005 @ 09:03pm · 0 Comments |
