You expected things to last
but it doesn't.
the longer one waits
nothing shall ever show
What is this about me then?
I get things, but I am never satisfied.
All this I want to cry.
But how can I think of what is right?
I felt pulled away from my personality
I can enver really be the same
Something consumes my soul
that hole that couldn't be
filled with the possessions.
I have waited too long.
2 comments:
A poem of with held emotions and not really understanding yourself and other people. At the same time thought, i'm getting these tones of "things don't make you happy, healthy relationships do"
it's been awhile Faith!....i'm glad to here from you. how are you doing at death camp? (haha)
hmm...i'll tell you about what iv'e been up to later...after i know how you are...
........a lot has happened........
hope all is well
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