May 2010
Lost
How times, they change Is this for the better or for the worse? How easily I strayed from you Let myself be the one who is accursed How drastically I let my priorities be shifted Allowed myself to no longer be gifted And at that I break down and I cry The tears they fall, Down my cheeks, Down my chin I feel helpless and alone Cold to the core of my divinely designed bones Feel empty,...
