no one knows where to go now
to get away from here
this place feels like a prison
imprisoning my fears
there's a road that leads to nowhere
maybe i should follow
get away from desperation
or let me drown in sorrow
the stars above shine brightly
but the moon hides tonight
she keeps herself so hidden
she needn't be so shy
the wind keeps blowing me forward
whispering my name
calling me from somewhere
hiding besides my shame
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My writings and poems
I don't think i'm a good writer. I don't even think I'm good at anything, and if you want to waste your time reading these so called 'poems' go right ahead. I'm just sorry they're not as great as I would like them to be.
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