Author: Pat Trishvision Brown

What is this thing called love anyway…Is it real or just a myth Is it the impossible dream…Delusions of grandeur…Or so it seems My heart was all I had to offer…Given faithfully as a gift Broken promises equal shattered dreams…Now my light inside hesitates to gleam Keep trying but to no avail Feel like a loser…Continue to fail Your exquisite charm…Camouflaged the alarms And the sirens…I was blinded Elapsed memories should have reminded me Of…