these thoughts are like crackers
the innerspring shatters
and he places his head against the wall,
remembering those days of fun and fall
no route no path b/w myself
ahh..the dirges of missed love
To cover his thoughts
he trys to refurbish this broken heart
this vast unending overgrowing craving for love
engulfing overpowering drowning him,
filling the heart upto the brim
slowly scratching the inside walls,
looking for relevance malls
does he believes?
in himself, his cause?
looking at the horizon
having no destination.
I hope he can convince me.
P.S. --read this quote somewhere and had to share...
""Once hanged man feels invincible
twice hanged, and he finds truth
learns to keep reptile eyed friends
at arms length.""