The end of days
The end of days is the beginning of forever,
forever no more memories, of secrets, forbidden stories
longing for dreams forgotten with time
lost loves reunite without question
I can only see the end of days because
the night eludes me
days never end, they replay, rewind, remind
eye's that see clearly shut, await the sun
If there are no days there can be no nights
Night imprisons my mind with all that is,
was and will be, my life
BM 2/15/08
Words of Wisdom Words of Rhyme Kept in Pages For all Time.
The Sky Tells a Story
About Me
- Babette
- There is a lot about me just not sure how it makes me, me or why others care who I am. The Scattered Pages of Me is an attempt to put some of what I've written over my lifetime all in one place. I have many words that are just that, words, that don't make sense to anyone else. There are also words and thoughts written to vent frustration or release anxiety, worry and all the things that keep me trapped in me. There is much that I would love to say and be known, maybe in time I'll find the currage. For now this will have to do. My thoughts are my prision they keep me locked within walls that stay strong around my habits and moods. Breaking the walls would mean change that I'm unsure of, but would gladly embrace if it would set me free from the places I hide. Freedom from worry and anxiety, uncomplete tasks left strung from days to weeks, months or forgotten altogether.
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