Dark Thoughts
Dark thoughts spill out of my head
I lay it down on paper with pencil led
holding onto good times from a small thread
as if they disappear every time I grab this pen
so how hard can it really be to find treasured friends
I'd rather wither an die in ignorance
but in the end I'll still yearn to repeat it all again.
Copyright © John C. | Year Posted 2013
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