'Too soon an end may come.'
By blackheart
Welling eyes, sit staring. A world of despair ahead. Loved and lost, A lesson learned... Or; Perhaps not. Soulless anger rising high. A heart of stone, so cold inside. Forgive, forget not, i bear this cross... Or; Perhaps not. Slyly sipping salty tears, From a plain, but somehow aging face, This face’s heart fell down a step, It’s first found track, now lost it’s place. Help me find the taste! Let not, this go to waste! Find time instead of catching haste! THIS IS NO RACE! At least... It is one i cannot win. Heart felt words come calling. A scream of disbelief i hear. Lying to be true at cost, A sentence understood... Or; Perhaps not. Written February 4th, 2002 © on Feb 04 2002 04:33 AM PST, harry luck 0 • 10
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"Welling eyes, sit staring...."