Yates wrote it and yet its spins in my head.
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
Yates wrote it and yet its spins in my head.
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
I love your post BrokenMan. I can assure you we are gentle and kind
on this site. We care about each other and would never do anything
to step on your dreams.
We are here to help support you. When you are ready, we are but a
message away. Welcome to a safe place to call home. xx
I used to walk among the clouds and sing of joy and happiness. Then the one I trusted most created a near symphony of destruction. I miss the man I was and battle to walk in the clouds once again. I refuse to be extinguished without a fight. I am battling out of darkness back into the light.
Wow, you're something Very talented man.
I like your writing, you say so much with colorful words
that I can feel the depth of your pain. xx
That's good that you're willing to fight...don't give up on that.