mute
all sweetness chafes my heart grown sore through folly’s door... with calloused strafes my love I tore to pieces; safe in his arms always and ever —we thought forever... who knew what harms would come to sever our love...at my own hand? my words mean nothing... i am mute March 14, 2006 Washington, DC Age 25 © Talya Sara Emery Sign in to see full entry.