Listening to: Goodshirt - Fiji Baby
Feeling: worthless
A while back, don't really know when, I came up with a few lines of a poem.
I don't fully know what the words mean to me...
Through ebbing tides,
and beads of rain
My heart it fails to sleep.
The monster in my head it roars,
and holds me in its keep.
Tell me what you think...
It's simplicity makes it appealing.