On July 24, 2012 © Stani. All rights reserved
how does it feel never to exist
yet revel in the thrill of
dreams and hopes
that exist in mindless ramblings of truthfulness?
terrible words spoken regretted
stories started never-ending
twists and turns
all they had to hold on to
holding on to faith blindly
action speaks louder than words
walk through the maze
labyrinth of deceitfulness
what good is love
if all it brings is pain
heartrending coldness
suffocating to the uninitiated?
anywhere the wind blows
bending yet never breaking
hope held on to
belief that tomorrow will be better