quasi_sean

perhaps it's not enough for the sun to simply shine & the love i'll sip comes from a candle crumbling like the portraits of a time when smiles came & stayed like there was hope for even those who wondered, wandered thru the cemetery nites and days in search of answers or a proper grave to hold the tears that i fight back whenever i awake to brand new day of sorrow charms the sickness wins and i am dead again.

shatter all the dreams i have of happiness a real connection an angel who can love me despite the riddles & a deep depression.

a look back--to a feeling.
that is inevitable

i shall pull the shades down before i die
try and wipe the heart clean off my sleeve & mourn the trails left by what used to be, or what i thought was perfect me.