Thoughts that have no right,
Feelings that have no place,
Heart burns that won't go away.
All I know for certain is that,
These are happy thoughts,
Pleasant feelings,
Loving heart burns.
We'll find a "niche" one day soon,
When everything will be put to rest,
Only to be brought out like,
An old family album to reminisce upon,
Years from now.
Wonder where you'll be then,
What you'll be doing??
When hes home am at ease
when hes not I cry
when he explains I believe
what is it that blind my eyes
that dry my tears
that hold my feet down
that stops me from...
WALKING OUT!!!
What is called touch
I reach up to take hers
In the clouds luck not so much
Just the sight I could not bear
My mind is there and not my clutch
To grip those pair of gears
Below that dirty- sweet smell of arts
Is nothing but a dare
What is this called touch