Slowly deepening the knife,
The sand of time flows,
It goes on and on,
It won't stop,
Leaving the future,
There is no child,
Not one hold of a hand to be there for you.
Oh wait,
It's just a dream,
It's all in your head,
Your child is still there,
That hand to heal you.
Don't run from it,
Just pass through it,
I'm sure it won't hurt to just leave it?
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Memories
De TodoThis is all my own poem, this is all my own thoughts, my words thats unspoken, disgusting mistakes were made, forgive us, the damned and the forgotten. why did I named it memories? because it all happened to me. Yes, all the adventures I had, they h...
