Bleeding on paper Sometimes it just needs to get out, to be written, to bleed onto paper. This poem bled onto paper after a vivid dream!
I still think about you,
I wonder how your doing
I worry about you
I still hope the best for you
I still miss you
Even if my last words were not the best
Even if our past was laid to rest
You Still wander through my dreams
catching my attention again, as it seems...
My mind reels, rewinds, fast forwards,
As I live it all over
I remember what Drew me to you
Your just you
Through the pain, lies and tears
I still hope the best
through the worst of my fears......