All my hopes and dreams have been brewed into a cup of overly sweetened coffee.
Dreams teasing of happy times and chocolate kisses.
I'm worried again, but when am I not? Life changes so fast and the affects of those changes leaving long lastingly, rugged scars.
Like a gust of wind that knocks down the first domino, all it takes is one scar and suddenly it spreads like a fire consuming dry grass.
It hurts worse when you know the scars are coming, when you can sense it in the air.
So now I sit here drinking my teasing, overly sweetened cup of dreams, waiting for the wind.
4:00....
5:00....
6:00....
~Temperamentalchick~
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Disquieting Thoughts
PoetryI started this "book" when I was quite younger and the first few chapters reflect that. I'm going to go and edit them eventually but right now, it's a part of my past when my only problem was boys and I don't want to delete that piece of my innocen...
