My Awakening
In the oceans widest of blues, there lays my soul--right next to you, you look and glare, but still nothing gets said-- you wait for my quiet slumber to be over. I'm not ready to wake up from this dream of mine, but you want to rise to the surface and claim what isn't yours--but still you dont care. you take, and take until there isn't anything but fear, and that's why I feel small around you, because you don't see anyone else but yourself, When are you going to wake up and realize that life... Sign in to see full entry.