Wednesday, April 22, 2009

Wasted

A pile of wasted words
Endless hours of searching
What a fool
The reflection mocking me even it hasn't the time
Searching for what - hoping for what
Give the dream it's freedom
It is too bleak and broken to hold her here anymore
Searching for what - hoping for what
I am empty, lonely, thought I should deserve certain things
What a fool
I am nothing more than that pile of wasted words...