bösey
By ozfactor
She sings to me sweetly and I allow her to grace my soul with mirthful tones that stumble in the sands of time. It's now that I can close my eyes and hear the croons cry a song of sorrow that turns to howls of rage and hate. Keys of mellowed cream bring solace to both her and I, together walking hand in hand across a threshold that bears little resemblance to the better life that we had before today. Tears stream down her cheeks and through my fingertips, and I whisper that she must stay here, never leave again; I will not go while she remains, victim of ignorant fears that spill loosely from their blackened lips.rhyme scheme and iambs? Written February 27th, 2002 © on Feb 27 2002 07:54 AM PST 18 • 0 • 1
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"She sings to me sweetly and I allow ..."