uhh the vault
I opened this page and I was like time to write in livejournal but um thoughts arent coming so easy so I am gonna grab a random poem out of my folder of writing...arent you lucky.
it is 3 am maybe I should sleep
instead I sit here living life bleak
staring at an empty pad with a pen in hand
walking down a lonely road with no end in sight
looking at the midnight sky with not a star to see
playground down the street with no kids at all
And the sun sets and rises without a drop of light
The cloudless sky produces a cloudless rain
And on the inside I feel the same
that is an old one atleast a year and a half old
it is 3 am maybe I should sleep
instead I sit here living life bleak
staring at an empty pad with a pen in hand
walking down a lonely road with no end in sight
looking at the midnight sky with not a star to see
playground down the street with no kids at all
And the sun sets and rises without a drop of light
The cloudless sky produces a cloudless rain
And on the inside I feel the same
that is an old one atleast a year and a half old