I have long since packed away
The well-worn books of fairy tales
Wrinkled dreams seen with half-closed eyes
And those long sighs of sweet longing
The journey through life was tenuous at best
My songs lost themselves in the mist
Draping my silence like a mute shroud
I now only seek to trudge home to you.
About Me
- Me.
- An amateur blogger, rather technophobic and always jittery. Unsure about most things and confused about the rest.
2 comments:
If Pete is human, he will cry to know you love him so much as in this poem.
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