Promises, promises, none of them real. Beginnings without start, endings without heart. Nightmares dressed up as dreams, hope wrapped up in screams. Pass me by, pass me by, o love — just this time — please pass me by.
Published by Khadim Zaman
I am science fiction author and poet from Amsterdam. It took me a while to discover I liked to write. Now I am hooked. Help me get the word out. Leave me a review on Amazon.com. And subscribe to my email list. Thank you. View all posts by Khadim Zaman