When you think of me,
I feel you…
or is it merely just my ego?
A churn of lies that glide
through my dreams,
my waking eyes –
a coping mechanism to
justify the pain that
seeps deep within
my life.
-What is real?
When you think of me,
I feel you…
or is it merely just my ego?
A churn of lies that glide
through my dreams,
my waking eyes –
a coping mechanism to
justify the pain that
seeps deep within
my life.
-What is real?