Dusted off another red journal that was in storage. Found old poems, and little things I wrote almost 7 years ago.
“The night is still, city lights overtake the dark. Little noises fill the room,
despair enters my heart, pain drifts in where joy failed to reside. Sadness
prevails once again, as my happiness sails away.”
Through Thick & Thin
“Want to know what makes you run,
How your face looks in the sun.
Where will you be when the good
times end, and trouble comes?
I want to grow old with you,
will you stick around?”