CrossRoads

And there I met the ghosts of tenses frightfully all at once

I split in 3, as I could not choose

Which memories meant the most;

A haunted road of shattered dreams

that lead to all things lost

A windy road of memories seen only in my tears

And the road upon each step I take that would lead me further away

I'm told that I can only choose one road upon which to walk,

So here I sit with nothing left alone and in the dark.

I cannot choose to say goodbye as that means it was a mistake,

I cannot say my dreams are dead, for that would mean I suffered in vain

Nor Can I choose to walk the path that leads me far away,

So I'll just sit here in the middle and wait for that day,

where roads do not matter and pain has no source

Where you are forgotten And no longer my curse

A simple place that has no roads or haunted memories,

A place, without the existence of a you and a me.

Bio

Angie is an old soul, never quite comfortable communicating with today's world, in today's

language - she hides her thoughts in her words. Her worlds of words, sometimes sparse,

sometimes full, always rich in character and characters. Here is a glimpse into that world,

enjoy the sight