A day of wondering A moment of silence A second of doubt This feeling of wanting This feeling of wonder This pain I feel so new and unwanted I feel them prickling to the surface waiting to be let free To let them spill from me in rivers The tears I want to shed Tears that bleed black with uncertainty and never ending pain Tears I wish to spill yet I find caught behind stormy grey eyes A moment of wonder An hour of peace A tale longing to be told A tale of my hours of need My hours I wanted
Angel Damian Rayn · Mon Jan 11, 2010 @ 11:59pm · 1 Comments |