I am tired
And now comes
The time again
Hide Feelings
Fall Deep or
Winter's Rest
Flashing lights
Delicious smells
A familiar pain
What to do?
Three options
Truth is
They're all the same
Just different names.
A tragedy.
A Christmas Tale.
YOU ARE READING
Fragments
RandomFragments of something deep, something that lurks in my soul. The words are dropping from my soul like a meteor shower. Some may call it poetry, some may call it empty words. Never finished, always fragments. [The pictures I use are from PicsArt]
