Layers
It's peeling layers from my soul
Taking that which made me whole
The derision that lies within
Exosing the lies buried in my skin
The costs that I never wished to pay
The paths that lead me to this decay
I need to believe, i need to hold on
Even if everything seems to be gone
I wanted the salt in those tears
Give back the wasted lost years
Take everything, the flesh from my bones
All i ever wanted, was a heart to call home
Charl Jordaan · 2015-03-29
Why would I move it when you are doing better than I?
There's a reason I check it regularly
Charl Jordaan · 2015-03-30
The past is a wilderness of horrors
As such, this is my dissertation to insanity
Perhaps still, for such a time as you see fit
You would choose to think of me
And the daily comments make mine
Far more pleasant than I dare to say
Perhaps there is a happy ending somewhere
Somehow, maybe, someday
Ps that made my day
No one in particular · 2015-03-30
Roses are red
Violets are blue
I like to read
The poems written by you