I can feel it now, the loneliness, it feels cold, it taste bitter. But I guess that's part of growing up, feeling the loneliness in the world. I can feel the numbing affect of it all, I long for the socialization and love that I once knew. Not much more to say now, Just feelings I do posses now, and feelings you can not explain. No matter how hard you tried to get them out.
My heart was like a canvas, I wanted to spread my love for you across it. Only problem is I didn’t have enough love to spread, so my canvas still stands there. In the most desolate place, with nothing, not even the slightest speck of love on it.
 Poetic_Indulgence · Sat May 10, 2008 @ 01:53am · 0 Comments |
