Thursday, March 17, 2011

Middle of nowhere


Standing on a road
which leads me blindly
to a middle of nowhere
can't walk behind
to find a way back home
like nothing ever happened...

Can't walk ahead
lost in my mind
trespassing forbidden lands
filling with guilty thoughts...

I want something
to have my own
a precious thing to care
to keep with me everywhere...

 Broken Trust Trust is like salt you wouldn't notice when it is present... But you feel bad when it is absent... Broken trust like a cru...