Thursday, December 4, 2014



When hope meets its friend in death
A promise reveals itself empty
A wish turns damp and the doors open to disappointment
Where do you go

When everything you've believed in
Doesn't even exist
The realization drowns slowly into you
When a warm feeling is met by a cold cold heart
Where do you go

When sorrow makes you its home
And you're left once again with a tear down your cheek
When you find you are alone in this world of so many
Where do you go from here

1 comment:

  1. I find "myself" in all those lonely winter times.
    - W

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