oct 11, 2009
by Charri Hensley on Saturday, 10 October 2009
vents of hope,
falling,
lost to what was.
visions of my yesterday,
lay broken on the floor.
when last i lay my head to rest,
dreams sweet n're do best,
i cry in pain,
a touch so cold,
in passions grip,
a soul to wander,
there in midnights hold,
falling,
lost to what was.
visions of my yesterday,
lay broken on the floor.
when last i lay my head to rest,
dreams sweet n're do best,
i cry in pain,
a touch so cold,
in passions grip,
a soul to wander,
there in midnights hold,
one year ago.
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