Those tiny fingers
those tiny toes...
Like spring rains, so gently falling
They nurture flowers and love birds calling...
They say angels cannot bee seen
But I see one every day...
Once upon a time I wrote a fairytale
In it I was your princess and our love would never...
It is too late to say "i am sorry"
the love is gone it's simply dead...
Missing...
These solitary days...
Was it true, that unbearable agony of a half truth
Whispered in a dreaming...
Say what you want, do what
you will. Have a laugh and take...
** This is a poem that me and Spoken Silence wrote...
She loved me with all her heart.
But for her to love you, I severely doubt...
The voice that used to make me warm inside
now fills me with an insufferable hate...
When the earths shadow covers your soul
I'll protect you and catch you when you fall...