I
...fear that the future for us
is all but fading away
quickly yet slow like the sunset.
...constantly stress the unknown,
the unknown thoughts
and unknown feelings.
...want to know, more than anything
just so my weary heart
may be at ease again
...hate that these feelings
haunted me like the devil,always
on my shoulder feeding me
what may be lies
...cant be here loving
you behind a shut door
so i fear this is
drawing to a near
This poem was written by Dan Finlayson on Aug 11, 2008.
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