yesterday. ToNite, nitemare

Since I met you
Havent been the same ,
fighting to forget what once would keep me awake.
Without nothing ,
without myself.
Living in a dark place
that you ought to call loneliness.
For better or for worse,
life seems blind,
it appears to be deaf,
I wonder if it could change
if we ever see each other again.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

That's a great story. Waiting for more. »