I think, I feel, I write.
In the depths of your soul, a spark has always glowed, A knowing that you're special, even when no one else knows. Though you've hurt and abandoned me, time and time again,
By Fedora about a year ago in Poets
Thou jolly fellow scorned by all The one that causes men to disregard their lives And forever chases away hope’s light.
In a desolate expanse of shimmering sand I thirst, a parched soul in a barren land. A sea of nothingness stretches far and wide.
A recalibrating year, indeed A year when clarity became our vision. A year we had wishes that other fulfilled, A year of finding,losing, and finding again.
