A day of wondering
A moment of silence
A second of doubt
This feeling of wanting
This feeling of wonder
This pain I feel so new and unwanted
I feel them prickling to the surface waiting to be let free
To let them spill from me in rivers
The tears I want to shed
Tears that bleed black with uncertainty and never ending pain
Tears I wish to spill yet I find caught behind stormy grey eyes
A moment of wonder
An hour of peace
A tale longing to be told
A tale of my hours of need
My hours I wanted
 Angel Damian Rayn · Mon Jan 11, 2010 @ 11:59pm · 1 Comments |
