In days of yore, I sought the world’s acclaim, My self-worth tied to each passing name. I chased the wind, my heart on fire, Seeking validation, my soul’s desire. But like a mirage, each praise did fade, Leaving me dry, my spirit jaded. I found no solace in their
Tag: wonder
WHAT WOULD YOUR EXCUSE BE?
What would your excuse be, my dear? Your silent treatment is killing me clear I yearn for a word, a gesture, a sign To unravel the mystery, this silence of thine Is it a game you wish to play? To toy with my heart day after day Are you