You up and left that night I tried.
That night were the fear and theft of love...
An open heart of mine that aches,
sensing the agony of all those pains...
In the sky, I breathe
evaporation of memory...
Here I sit all alone thinking of you
All the times we spent alone...
He walked to the grave again
He did this very often...
I wake up to the sound of ice
I feel sadness in my gray life...
Three of the best years of my life,
and it was all because of you...
In the dark sanctuary of my mind where my darkest...
A heart incomplete that cannot beat a lost lost...
~ Showing Hendrix Who's Boss ~
By Nicole Pirri...
A World War II Story
The train ride seemed like a little over an hour...
It's been far too long
Just one minute...
She sits on the floor by her cedar hope chest,
filled over the years with letters, gifts, photos...