When there was time... I was still learning. I forgot everything that meant so much and decended into the chaos. Hungry and cold I wait. Hoping to catch a glimpse of the fairest. Only to watch a moment, I wait... hoping. This path makes me weary and the weight never lifts. I've travelled so far and hurt for so long. The moments are fading into the sea of tears. I'll rest when I fear and I'll die when I hate. Never to blame perception on a heart. I wait...
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The troubled paths I walk at night, seem to keep me out of of sight. With little will I still tread on, hoping the dark will fade to dawn. Forever wandering I still can't see, why will the night not let me be. The only light that I came to know, was the fireflies that taunt me so. A dream dancing around the skies, feeding my hope with its lies. Yet still I love this fading desire, the proof that there exists a fire. Something blinding that can strip away, all this dark and turn night to day. I've walked away from the morning before, only to regret it ever more. Now I see what should have been, a happiness that I've never seen. Smiling I continue to walk this path, walking away from my pasts wrath. Next time I will know what to do, and a dream is what I will show to you. ~By: Jason Sherwood~