Wednesday, February 2, 2011
Untitled - 2/2/2011.
For every beat, one heart accepts defeat
For every rhyme, one remains incomplete
Through overcast skies and turbulent streams
people like pebbles cling for reprieve.
But for what purpose?
And what song pounds their ears?
I understood once,
but the moment is gone.
I try to draw reason with words
but I cannot.
It confuses,
and I
play dumb to the cause.
brin bit this at ; 10:39 AM