Saturday, June 26, 2004Thoughts of Charitable WoeSylvia You haunt my Waking dreams Words poised On blank pages Thoughts you Only knew But kept To yourself Out of guilt You felt alone Without love, Or soul Your life Pages turned But not read Words spoken But lost upon Ego, manliness Cleansed and Burning out You broke The silence Death, the tender... Sign in to see full entry.posted by MiaElla at 7:48 PM Comments (1) (permalink) |
