*Ergggg*

For some reason I cannot find the words to write a poem tonight, no matter how much I want to. The words will not come to me and therefore I shall just post a few pictures from postsecret. I thought that I might find some inspriation from one of them.


This is such a sweet postcard is so sweet and it shows how people bottle things up and also how they want to protect others...

Protection comes in all forms,
It'll battle out through the thunder storms,
Empty it's sea from the clouds,
Onto the bustling crowds.

People run from shop to shop,
Never thinking about a short stop,
Remember this moment before it's gone,
Face it, this is no once upon...

Everything will come to a end,
This trail of thought is becoming a trend,
Minds wander too far and wide,
I guess that's why I cried...

I'm looking for a little hope,
Someone to help me cope,
Yet I can't open up to anyone,
And when I can they're gone.

My heart is pulling itself apart,
This is no end but a start,
Pain not pleasure inside me,
Will you please guaranttee?

Help me out of my emotionless state,
Let it all be down to fate,
Leave it to work out the fall,
Sorry but this'll be the last call...

I can't keep this up anymore,
I need to go and stand on the sea shore,
Get away from everything here,
Staying is my biggest fear...