LIFE BENEATH YOUR FEET

I wander through this land of broken promises
Wondering what life has made,
My colourless existence, its just black and grey,
Reflects the person I am today.

I feel so cold so lonely,
So battered and bruised,
I feel so insecure right now,
Tortured and confused.

Two arms to hold me,
A smile to call my own,
Dark eyes that adore me,
Yet I lie here all alone.

I almost hear you breathing,
My life beneath your feet,
I always feel you near,
Sometimes it’s almost that you’re here.

By Arthur
7 July 2013 at 22:05