Sitting here we wait on life to fill us
to make us whole
to comfort us and tell us it is all going to be okay
our bad habits
our bad relationships
our bad days
we are a broken people
separated by all that we think is bringing us together
by all we want in life
greed
hatred
lust
false hope
no hope for the fast approaching future
yet we still wait for life to find us
a life that was never ment to be
nelkael
i leave here a comment but for some reason it doesn't post i post my poem of The Overtime Of Life when i found it again in all my notes :D