Thursday, April 28, 2011

Something I wrote this morning....

What is the point of beauty if it is unseen and not given a home?

What is the meaning of love if it is always abandoned and alone?

Has the light of a new day all been an illusion?

Is pain all there is, only a beginning to a conclusion?

Nothing is all that remains out of the something that might have been.

As a heart cries out to the sky asking why and will there be a when.

No comments:

Post a Comment

Follow me by Email