Wednesday, March 13, 2013

The screams all sound the same...


There's an old voice in my head
that's holding me back,
and I tell it I miss our little talks.

Soon it will all be over,
buried with our past,
how we used to play outside,
full of love and full of life.

Some days I feel like I'm wrong,
even when I'm right.
But even though the truth may vary,
this ship will carry our bodies safe to shore.