A light at the end of the tunnel
Paints a cloud on white skies
A girl sits beneath a weeping willow
And waits for her tears to dry
An ocean of her thoughts
Lost hopes, and dreams, and thrills
All she remembers now
Is life's repetitive drills
Her heart longs for love
But love she cannot keep
For her heart would overflow
And all her lost emotions would leak
Paint stains a blank canvas
And blinds the human eye
The weeping willow holds the girl
As she begins to cry
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Walk A Mile In My Shoes
ПоэзияTake a walk through my thoughts. Follow my footprints through time that are lost in the sand. But stay yourself along the way.
