Tuesday, 19 March 2013

Cold Truth

Watery eyes look up at star clad skies.
How beautiful you look tonight.
Oh, what I'd give to join you.
Oh, what I'd give to die.
They say that fear prevents the final act
and that it is in friends where we reflect
but continuing shows more cowardice,
to live with within comfortable fact.
So I take one step outside my comfort zone
and follow where my feather feet are blown.
I see no solace in my ice-cold stare.
I realised I was alone.

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