is it useless for the sun to come at the end of the day? i find it to be, or so i say. i sit and wait the whole day through pacing, crying in my cold gray room. just as it comes i'm ready to sleep -- late day sun does nothing for me
some tears i'm crying some tears are gratifying others mean i'm lying or perhaps trying but the best are saved for dying
now close tight your eyes / and draw me your heart / point to where it fell apart i’m not sure / the patient screamed / one pinprick and it started to bleed
dad once said to me "i got confidence in ya" i kept it always
I have not much to say, but she was my friend and she is gone. And I will miss her. I began to miss her those years ago, watching this disease take my friend and turn her into a stranger. When you're young, it is impossible to comprehend the consequences, to fathom the future or … Continue reading She is Gone, And I Will Miss Her.