| Introverted By: SheridanCraneFitzgerald@hotmail.com Dusty, gray visions of a happiness Too far away to really hold onto. Everytime it's in my grasp, It's swept away too soon. I can no longer thrive on The fantasies that I conjure. The pain I envision, I encompass, I grow fonder. And now I've become twisted, introverted, Hidden in myself. I cannot allow you in, Nor anyone else. I'm sorry for the disappointing Way I hide away. But do me a favour, at least try, Because I really need you to stay. BACK |