Shattered lives of an unlived fantasy.
I hear the breeze, but cannot feel the warmth.
Flowers bloom, but do not smile.
Lost at sea, I drift awhile.
Life goes by, yet I remain the same.
The beast within, I cannot tame.
A hidden world you cannot see.
One moment in time.
A lifetime to me.
I smell your hair, yet you’re not there.
Sweetness left empty.
I live in despair.
Memories and dreams.
What is real?
A life of fantasy not revealed.
Still I go on.
A broken man.
Peaceful journey?
Or just lines in the sand.
Showing posts with label sweetness. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sweetness. Show all posts
Thursday, October 30, 2008
Lines In the Sand
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