My poetry,my symbol of my feelings.
A Lock Of Hair Time is motionless, my nostalgia has aroused. looking out the window, raindrops pouring out. tears of resentment, set in within my soul. for in my hand I hold a box, your memory is whole. here I have a keepsake, endearing to the touch. all I can adorn I loved you very much. but since... Sign in to see full entry.