saturday
the fog of loneliness surrounds me
I can't see you
I can't hear you
I don't know if you are even there...
I stumble on
not knowing where I'm going
tripping over my pride
that prevents me from calling out to you
I can't see you
I can't hear you
I don't know if you are even there...
I stumble on
not knowing where I'm going
tripping over my pride
that prevents me from calling out to you
posted by Freda at 7:02 AM
2 Comments:
oh wow, how awesome!!! I am lucky to be able to write a check much less poetry but these are awesome.
*cstl*
thanks.
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