forgotten now
in my eyes dreams calling
touching chordes
wanting - listening
stolen fruit growing all around me
minds touching inside broken words
hurt a name I picked unknowing
woken amongst bard wire frozen
and the ice so fragile as I walk across
so I touch hope inside my head
emptied are days in black
beliving is a time forgotten now
Poetry by kath
Read 589 times
Written on 2007-08-31 at 18:47
Save as a bookmark (requires login)
Write a comment (requires login)
Send as email (requires login)
Print text
lastromantichero |