Friday, June 16, 2006
denise shited{[[.....................
my life
akin to broken glass
a million itsy bitsy pieces
it fell
my arms
they were steel
my soul
were like iron
my strength
they were rocks
it all fell apart
it laid on the ground
shattered
unmendable
is thy heart
it grew
it exploded
its warm
now kept refrigerated
my burning desire
the passion
unignited
the feeling stays
that broken heart
but time
it everflows
like nagara
the time...
yes the time
looking the sand flow
in the hour glass
eventually
everything would end
and i hope
time would heal my broken heart
lost without you;
Friday, June 16, 2006
