Stronger
The body’s being, my heat and soul
Your love lost, my heart reeling
My chest aflame torn asunder
Steel hands vice like on my heart
I am faithless devoid of hope
In scar tissue it’s strength
The future I grope
Stronger
The body’s being, my heat and soul
Your love lost, my heart reeling
My chest aflame torn asunder
Steel hands vice like on my heart
I am faithless devoid of hope
In scar tissue it’s strength
The future I grope
Last edited by craven; 07-03-2008 at 09:19 PM.
Lovely Craven
thank you for sharing...
um...craven...
would you rather have this thread in the poetry section???...
just give one of the admin a shout....they would be happy to do it for you.....
awsome craven, its a very well done work,, swoons
When love beckons to you, follow him,Though his ways are hard and steep. And when his wings enfold you yield to him, Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound thee
KAHLIL GIBRAN, The Prophet
very nice craven..hugs you close
snow
I would like to dedicate this effort of mine to my friend
Friday, she has been an inspiration to me
and helped me no end.
Last edited by craven; 07-04-2008 at 03:44 AM.
I never quite know what to make of you, you know.
One minute you will be so infruriating that I want to rip my hair out... and then you do something like this.
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