My heart has been broken
too many times to count...
I 'm a dreaming moth
Circling around your Glow...
My Daily Prayer
As I kneel on worn knees...
A sad thing in life is that sometimes you meet...
A sad thing in life is that sometimes you meet...
There you lay,
peaceful and quiet for now...
May the people see the light in your eyes,
How much they illuminate our hearts...
I have written poems on a notepad
not on a piece of paper. I use a keyboard...
There's this thing called the ego,
It likes sitting on the passanger seat...
A pen wobbles
at the edge of a wooden desk...
2014-10-07 20:30
Veritas - The Witch...
Applying mascara
upon an early dawn...
We are all survivors. Survivors of fear, abuse
and its manipulative species, despair, loneliness...