September Poem:
Dependance:
By:Gaaragurlie
Holding me in the arms I once held with pride...
Hugging me as time distances away....far away...making me numb
My mind is destroyed with numerous thoughts of such;
All those times you told me you loved me, all those times you told me to take care of myself... ALL those times you told be to stride....to never quit....to achieve your goal.... were all just lies. I should have just depended on some stranger off the street....a drunken could have been better... for I can't even depend on myself.
My mind spiritually has been corrupted, decaying, withering away as I sit at the stream of stars and moons. Inspiration...... even a bit of motivaton could have been nice... but I guess it can never happen.
 DynamicPanda · Sat Sep 29, 2007 @ 10:06am · 0 Comments |
