Poems from touchthesun-
The world could have been ours,
Could have been mine,
But here I am, empty-handed.
They say the truth will set you free,
but sometimes...
Perfection is my nightmare of personal preference,
What is and what cannot be is suffering on a thin line not to be crossed,
The thought of...
Maybe the clouds will open up and we will be bathed in a golden light, a voice of Heaven, the Creator, rains down like a smile and open...
Tell me about the way he touched you,
the way he promised he would make gold out of silver,
an alchemist in his finest.
Then let me tell...
Oh, the injustice that leaks into the soul,
the way the world looks at me as though I am not made of gold.
In their eyes I am just the...