Derry
By: me...o'course
For every word written,
Two are read in reverse.
For every lie spoken,
False smiles are upheld.
For every path left untraveled,
Some beginnings will not begin.
For every cup filled to the brim,
A week is passed in blissfill ignorance.
For every breath,
For every tear,
There are a million empty seconds.
For every mile,
Twenty thoughts collide.
For every unhappy memory,
One sunset can fill the holes.
For every step,
For every struggle,
For every obstacle,
Passion is either born or never rises.
This one, the entire point of it is five lines from the bottom....Ireland gave me everything...it made me feel complete and I can't wait to go back.
Unknown "Sionnach" Wild
- 18 years, 1 day ago
