Mood: ?Listening To: TVIf the below has any similarities with this poem/piece, it should because that's where I got my inspiration to write from.
I rock. Not. Haven't been writing for a very long time -_-
Although the past has been written,
Nothing changes the feelings that dwells.
No tears rolling down the cheeks,
Yet, my heart is not well.
The past memories, carved into my thoughts,
Bleeds, as every step is taken.
Turning dreams into nightmares,
Only these illusions, keep me awaken.
Yet, the dark skies, does not cloud over me,
I see the sun, that shines so proudly.
With a smile, for all that is lost,
Knowing it's a blessing in disguise, hidden secretly.
She still stands by my side,
Spends some of her time with me, and I'm grateful.
No tears, yet my heart tears.
Why does this happen, when I look into the eyes of an angel?
but now isn't the time.... 
