Dream with me, as I walk through grey images I see, as I try to make sense of these things, it's always you who find the meanings, and hense the message they bring, damp display of futile attemps at trying, anything warm, or even close to drying, I have given in, exausted all I might hold, regarless it's intentions, or how bold, your words that would encourage me to not give in, remind me of a time, it was I that told you the same, now and then..... Dark is your truth, death, a deal made with a lie, all the time trying, but unable to rely, enter your thoughts of when you we're crying, enter the time when it was all you had to get by, by lying...... all now mute, you've found your love, for how long, and the sinking feeling, was it from above?........ YKW D ~
Thank You both, I can get alittle out there sometimes, those who know me from way back can agree, thanks for your time to read, and reply. Devon K. ~
