dreams, sadness, and love |
to look in the mirror and still see a child
hunched over and with a cane and a beard
young for his age
the transient bug bites
a smile then a frown and the cane just gets heavier
yet less of a prob...
Posted by on Sat, 03 May 2008 11:12:00 GMT |
4am in bed alone |
love is but an iron feather
though beautiful useless once detached
gracefully plummeting to its ultimate demise
a slight breeze can carry it wherever
with the striking force to sink a ship
it ca...
Posted by on Sun, 09 Dec 2007 22:24:00 GMT |
