I walked blind, down a long boardwalk.
I see people as they sit and sulk
Their eyes swollen, lost, a mirror of my own.
I’m searching for something, a dog with out its bone
I gaze out to the sea, searching the boats
Searching for a dye to color my bland thoughts.
Then I see someone else, walking, lost too
A deep black against too much relentless blue
This is whom I was searching for, I know
But as our eyes meet, I fill with sorrow
I look away, down, for I am not her.
You see, I am not who he is searching for.
“Hope is the slowest form of suicide” … I begin to understand why…
 lissla_KelAyr_Aurora · Thu Sep 28, 2006 @ 05:03pm · 0 Comments |
