The death of my muse
By Cally
I sit here, Head in hands, Lamenting your loss, Though you never left, Once you gave me words, I'd never imagined, Numbness replaces Control overwhelms Calmness descends seeping into my, pours over me like Liquid nitrogen Chilling my soul No kiss will breath life No touch Warms your skin No words Awaken your eyes My soul is out of reach Your smile inspires, Nothing.Old one, could do with some rewriting I think but I thought I'd let you lot have a look and see what you think :) Written November 2nd, 2001 © on Nov 02 2001 06:01 AM PST 0 • 1
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