more poetry from me
It's late in the night, I look to my wall and think; Is it over? Is it all really over? They might never come back; Everyone tells me it's all gone, But something inside of me says it's not; I think of all the good times I can remember, Thinking what will happen next; But is it all over, Is my life dead; Is it almost gone forever; It might be but in my heart, It's never over...
XxThe-Taste-Of-SinxX · Thu Jul 06, 2006 @ 05:45am · 0 Comments |