Between the feeling and the noise I’ve found all but simple pleasures trickling down in a puddle of bedlam We wet our feet in yesterdays feelings mistakes making promises for a better tomorrow. It’s a shame we’re all bad liars. M.
I want to find you In the spaces Where time stops and we begin We are renegades of affection Lost within our own shadows Finding truth behind dark glasses I want to find you In the spaces Where I didn’t fit, alone. M.