I define writing as a privilege I must take responsibility of. I’m not sure it’s what I do best but it’s something I take comfort from. 🙂
So here is a little something I wrote for my own comfort. Lol. 😛
Half way there, I stopped and thought,
Nowhere near where lies were bought.
I took a step and then was caught,
Through mindless things which one has brought.
I kissed those wicked dreams goodbye
And held on to what I believe was mine
In which you might question if it was true
I did not know, I do not know. Do you?
Peeking and looking here and there
It’s far yet you see it’s everywhere.
Something made, something done, some just let go
But if you wont ask, you will never know…