Most of my inspiration is from sadness...When I write, I create a release..I have no intention of causing depression from my poetry, if anything I appreciate the ability to express it.

Thursday, October 20, 2011

Your time

I'm numb. I'm frail.  I'm cold. I'm lost.

I blink my eyes and nothings there. 
I think of the past and I no longer care.
I've been paid a severance for your loss,
Not long ago was only mine.

My well being blown away, pushed aside for a new day.
What I wanted was blind, my dreams of you are left behind.

Pain and hurting hearts, linger longer when we are not apart.

Escape me now, I only want whats meant. 

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