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A place to start, a reason to be.
A moment, a chance, wanting to believe.
The days darkened the nights concealed the pain.
Those times brought much hurt and scars still remain.
A rot filled disease its name is cancer.
Took those I love and all of my answers.
So I have roamed in silence hiding my despair.
For so long I dont think I even cared.
Finally the sun is peeking in on the days and the stars have returned.
Now its only a purpose for which I yearn.
Love is nice dont get me wrong.
But its too soon for its been too long.
I would say I need a friend but Im not sure thats completely true.
I just want a reason to keep stepping out of the blue.
A purpose, a meaning, a reason to just be.
To learn who this person is, this person is me.
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