Poems from cvpickett
I am a silent soldier, yet a dreamer.
I wonder if there really are alternate universes somewhere out there.
I hear the world rushing...
Hand in hand we walk.
We know where we’re going,
but we never talk.
Down the street we stroll;
never stopping,
and never hearing the bells...
If you knew my pain with no gain,
would you take my place
inside this dark and forgotten case?
As I see my last sun ray,
would you walk...
She tries to make herself believe.
Believing and actually being okay,
they are two different things.
She wants to believe she’s okay on...
I never asked for this,
but it’s almost like at birth I got a devil’s kiss.
Sleeping I weep,
and awake I am tired.
When will this ever...