jealousy is as cruel as the grave
piercing to the crippled soul
separates you from life's sea
a spring of sorrow
in that depression have bee my sanctuary
in there the grey side of me is the safe side
i'm living in hollowed things
no sense a great waste
grief had been my heart's countenance
memoirs became cure
look beyond my misery
laugh over pain
the heart brats in anguish
emotions of mist
Sunday, March 16, 2008
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
