Daddy, don't get me wrong I love the hour we spend each evening walking the streets alone, just you and me. But why when we meet other people, do we cross the road?
By Andy "Zordork" Price3 years ago in Poets
The wound cuts deep, I watch helpless As my blood, my life force That used to course pure through my veins Seeps from the cut, helpless to the floor
It stalks me in the dead of night A sleepless night of pain and hate A hate of my very soul For my unknown mistakes Mistakes? Or misinterpretations?