There was trouble Then a tumbling down Maybe it was a mirage Or a wasteland of thought Now another treasure is in the trash Thrown…
rebellious writer
Tag: yesteryear
The memories come flooding in Like an engine revved too much. The scent of diesel fuel At the setting of the sun, An end to…
I want to hold you Feel you close Sit in your presence And your ways Hear your voice See your eyes Touch your being Be…
This world is insane But to sit in your presence Or to lay down next to you Makes me forget this world exists And I…