Disinterpretation
Another made up word for a title, but I failed to think of a word that fits…
Another made up word for a title, but I failed to think of a word that fits…
Once I guided every word that I said Every action I took clear and never misread. Controlled and produced a thousand perfect poses Just to give her a taste of a life built of roses… Guarded Honesty, Frustrated Patience
Our stranger walks Lowered head, shoulders stooped Eyes fixed on no point but down Tasting a bitterness we cannot know Carrying a load we cannot bear Walking a path we cannot trace He walks on… March of The Damned
Feelings have a way of letting themselves be known… Sometimes its best to hide things until you’re sure, sometimes its best to shut up and keep things locked away. I decided that I had to at least get THAT sentiment out so I can start writing again