Over, Under, Within, Without

[brendenthepoet]

Over time the heart weaves lies
The mind sleeps under the mirage
Within our souls a hardness grows
Without hope, we perish
Without love, we fall

And that, my friends, is that.

Comments

[costruire]

1. I like this. It's to the point and can mean lots of things and it's intriguing.

2. Do you practice being vague in your spare time? You're awfully good at it.

[brendenthepoet]

1. Thank you

2. Yes, I do, actually. It's sad, really.