Trust again

If it was Not for the simple fact Of need And love And lust In fact Perhaps I’d be A little more lax But of course There’s no chance of that In stead ill scream Hate And cry But because I I can Is why I’m able to try Perhaps ill let go Of an…

old lies

What are these things inside my mind within my ears circling inside? What are these thoughts could they be mine could they be trusted could they be lies What are these hopes but the promise of tears but the whispers that linger of old untold fears? What is this need for the things deep within…