Saturday, May 23, 2009
The poetess
What does she have but words to give words that even at their best cannot express feelings not even to her G-d she dares confess. And after she writes...she is left empty, for all of her was poured into that page. Her thoughts, her dreams, her heart, her love all given away to those who read her words and for an instant are allowed a glimpse into her soul. Her sanity long ago was sacrificed to the god of motivation on a long, lonely night when she needed inspiration. and now, having nothing left...
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