I sit down where we once thought that time would never end.
Tis was but a poor choice to take a trip through memory lane.
And now being heart struck and divided, is time to apprehend
That which within time will be nothing more than just another dusty shade.
And maybe, just maybe
these are the only words
that here are meant to be written.
YOU ARE READING
Ti'll I awake at Dawn
PoetryMy first poetry book published on this site. Can the heart be condemned for wanting more than darkness? Is life really too much to ask? Or have our sins cover us in such a way that it prevented us from seeking what is true in life: love, joy and the...
