With this poem, i would love to have some...
She sits in her room...
Some times we find ourselves living with a farce
Where genuine compassion and love is sparse...
My child, My darling.
Awake! My child...
Dear weakness;
I know u've been my mate since 1 year...
I don't walk through doors
From the widows I leap...
So I am sitting here bored out of my mind,
looking at the clock thats not telling time...
One by one Pennys fall
A wish upon a metal star...
So Little Means So Much
Copyright November 14, 2008 Corinne Curcio...
Tattered ribbons of black plastic
Caught on a wire fence...
The clock is ticking
time is running out...
The golden Oak casts its shadow
Upon the grass, I spy it...
I have no words
for how i feel right now...