Will I ever find peace, seems to be the question we all ask? When breaking down seems to be apart of your daily task. Will that empty space ever be filled, where only you will dwell?
By Donna West7 years ago in Poets
You must have grown tired of this weary place, lost trying to find yourself, yet couldn't find a trace. Your journey wasn't an easy, this we all knew. You fought a battle within, and we never had a clue.