This is my journal, the story of my human existence. The appetite to write things and somehow ponder them as it comes out is a time well spent.
Wednesday, July 25, 2007
Thursday, July 05, 2007
You were the one, who would listen,
You never made me feel threaten,
I share you my stories that no one or only few knew,
I told you things not wanting any advice,
But the further I go;
I skidded to the place I didn't want,
My place I found in you,
Is slowly dissolving,
Inside I'm broken.
My disappointments are ranging,
You questioned my loyalty and trust,
That left a bruise in my heart,
I contemplated to move on,
But I stayed wishing I could reconnect the missing links,
Repair the things that lurked in the dark,
Fix the road and its jagged tracks.
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