February 2010
January 2010
LOST AND FOUND ...better lost.
1. As my eyes close
my dream comes true
to rid of myself of
past loves
past hurts
past memories
to take my humble hand
and seize the last of my heart
2. Love defined by death and rage
as i fumble through this page
the words of an unknown author’s soul
as my imagination departs into his world
condemning reality
as fantasies unfold
respect of style
critism controlled
A path...
a tainted scribe
im scared to write.
i feel.. i feel something.
i have a clue of what it is.
but if i start laying it down..im scared of what i’ll find out.
so i’ll throw away my pens now.