I'm a wanderer, a nomad...I do
The clock is slowly ticking.......
My eyes are burning, I need some time
I need the love I left behind
The flowers which bloom inside my soul
Are wilting now from heartaches' pull
My mind speaks to me from inside
I keep running, but have nowhere to hide
The pupils intersect with the iris instead
Knives are sticking up from my once comfortable bed
I dream of you but it doesn't get me far
Yet I still always wish upon a star
But my wish will never come true
Because my only wish was you
But now you're gone and so am I
Because without you I might as well die
The clock has finally stopped......
**I wrote this when I was about 13...so please pardon some of the weird things going on, it was a confusing time for me.
"It was my love that did us both to death. " -Sylvia Plath