Poems from Lindsey_N
My soaring hope and fitful dreams
Have not sprung from common springs.
Like the bright ever passing sun
And the always hushed outspoken...
Endless flying, always fallen
I can feel your sickness, calling
Rise above this, lost in darkness
You can see that this is not bliss
Spoon...
The words race in my head,
flow from my mouth
and pass by empty ears.
Sometimes I think nobody hears me
And I’m not so sure that I spoke...