July 2012
30 posts
“All a girl really wants is for one guy to prove to her that they are not all the...”
“Once you fully apprehend the vacuity of a life without struggle, you are...”
Poetry crap.
I saw you weak. I saw you scared. I saw you lovely. I saw you.
As I was real, you realized.
You ran away into a fantasy land.
The electric rain can’t mask the storm out here.
I fought. I cried. I died inside. I held on.
As I still hold on, you tremble.
Your walk unsteady with imbalance.
Governed by fear, you tread alone.
I spoke. I loved. I tried. I tried. I tried.
Escape is too...
