Your Words...My Words
My words are bullets Your words obliterate. My words vanquished the Hitlers in my life. You words vanquished me. O how I long to bathe in the soft glow of your starlight. O how I long to feel the sweet sweet balm, the gentle touch that once were your odes to our love. But now my words have met their nemesis. Your alphabet warriors - lined up in combat on the pages of your blog. Ready to make the flowers that started to bloom there in our little garden with the cirlcling pathways, bleed in red... Sign in to see full entry.