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Thoughts lay heavy on a battered mind, Thoughts of love and loss, and near forgotten crimes, Why so full is my cluttered mind? A story maybe told another time, Over and again my heart goes to pine, Over the last, the next one to find, Forever I fear, it will always be mine. These things I hide inside. Push your fingers deeper into my wounds. Lights shine harsh across my tired eyes, follow if you may against this I advise, if seen only once that’s one to many times, these memories that I hide. Words swing soft around my tired ears, bringing back the worries and forgotten fears, forget the horrors never forget the tears, the end I fear is near. I don’t want to let go, I don’t want to fall asleep. I don’t want to let go, I’ll be with you in my dreams.
