Leaves danced around my feet
to the music of winter winds...
By a silver stream she knelt
-waiting- watching streaks of life...
I know you've been hurt,
I know you've felt pain...
It used to be so innocent,
This heart inside my chest...
I almost shed a tear today,
And that was for a guy...
The pitiful blossoming,
Unquenchably craved...
It is not the heart
that suffers most...
here
we are...
Prepare yourselves
Recent news has revealed that...
I know I'm not the most talkative
Poet on this site...
I have broken free
from this emotional prison...
I'm not defined by my outer appearance
That first glance of what you can see...