Somewhere within...the teardrops linger...lost.
Exhausted time and energy...forcing them to hide...beneath anger and disgust.
A soul unadorned and exposed...now...right here...for all to be shown.
With each line and every rhyme, unshed tears they will find.
Wednesday, June 12, 2002
Serenity
Darling.
Come unto me.
Embrace me in your grasp.
Restrain my mind from wakefulness.
Poised dreams.
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