i found things in my broken heart, when it broke
some leaves that fell in the autumn we said goodbye
a few scattered dreams that once had been brilliant
but shake it as i would, i found no hope at all fell out
i asked if it was there, and i heard a small, blue voice
it said that i had forgotten it was there at all, so true
but that hearts don’t let go of things that precious
reflection
3:42am wednesday, 26th august
When the cowards fail, and the lunatics get served their rations for dinner.....Van Gogh will laugh in his grave at the lust for greed.
reflection