MEMOIRS

by Cole Corpus/tctreacia@gmail.com

on Tuesday, September 21, 2010 at 3:44pm

naive i was when i wanted to say sorry
distance in our world parted us
building a fortress
driving them all to you
and left me nothing but myself
i was scared to face my own doom
that guilt would shattter me into pieces
as smiles pass by me
everthing bleeds
blades of endless grief
i tried to stitch
but my thread had been broken into two
it could'nt bare the deep wounds