Emerald Ink: A meaningless poem

Monday, May 2, 2005

A meaningless poem

I'm always bending Always pleasing Always pleading Like me Stories sparkle like a glamour A spell with dazzling amour Other people's loves Mine seems to wait for a Voice that doesn't speak It's a song not for sale Hello I'm Jewls Of course, I doubt it'll mean anything except to me. I wonder if I... Sign in to see full entry.

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