I tripped, I stumbled, I fell, Over a rock on the shore I fell into a troubled sea; I could get up no more. Frozen in time, Erasing memories of what’s not mine. My bleeding heart Gets tired of your part, In every little story of my life. How I wish the sea would wash me away, Make my troubles its own. Selfish thoughts enter my mind, But my sorrows you haven’t seen; much less borne.
Copyright Petrichor and Clouds 2013 at petrichorandclouds.blogspot.com Please do not reproduce the material published here.If time heals all wounds, then I wish time would stay still. You're that wound on my heart that I never want healed...
