'Driftwood waiting.'
By blackheart
i feel like i'm driftwood, Wandering on waves... Looking for somewhere, Some place... That i might just call home. The stars above all sit and stare, at the monotony of life. As on and on we all do roam, Our rivers of dispondant dreams, Do keep me here without a home! At least... 'Tis how it seems! Take this aging heart, And place inside some feelings, Which don't include this sadness, All heavy on my head! Which won't involve this madness, That makes me wish i could be dead... sometimes! Ponds all soon surround, i'm stood on isle, all alone. The weeping willow makes my tears, As i cry again... ...wishing i might find a home! But am, prevented by my own desire, To have and hold. In sickness and in health, With band of gold?! In truth it's not important, For without love it is nothing... no, nothing, i am told, But none the less i want it, i want to have a home! Written March 20th, 2002 © on Mar 19 2002 08:11 PM PST, harry luck 0 • 10
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"i feel like i'm driftwood,..."