Tuesday, October 17, 2006
my laugh is empty ; my breath, cold
i feel so hollow, my spirit grows old,
some bring joy, some bring grief,
but mine one joy stolen by a thief,
i no longer wither in such pain,
for i know, it'll all be in vain.
what's this future? i have come to face;
nothing new- i feel no grace.
in the end its all but me,
why couldn't it be what i see
a poem i happened to write when i was feeling down =) cheerio.
chris lay down his sexy crown ; 5:15 PM
instead, we smile and move on. so long, stranger.
i want what i cant have. i know yet i wont ask.