Days pass by $omehow But nights mow r a wagon of pain filled with thoughts Injuries may heal with time But marks will alway$ remain unaffected Restless sleep on my comfortable bed I toss & turn to sleep But thoughts bulking my head and have formed a huge heap The feature is flashing its bright light without making me unpart The brightness of my life is more brightly visible in pitch dark and now i a trying to give it a voice and shape in my own wayyy.... :-.....,,,,,,,///////
Posted on: Tue, 01 Oct 2013 17:21:17 +0000