07-28-2014, 03:03 PM
Is this how it ends?
Is this where love
and passion recede?
Is this the soul drowning
the self with its call?
How do we live with you?
How do we make
of this world your home?
How do we account
for all of your needs?
The harms we do cause
to such things that we love
from what only might be
some need of the self to say:
"My how I've changed!"
pearls were once but grains of sand,
each spring a winter's night,
the caterpillars humble steps
herald beauty in its flight...
Lol...words are so fun...
Is this where love
and passion recede?
Is this the soul drowning
the self with its call?
How do we live with you?
How do we make
of this world your home?
How do we account
for all of your needs?
The harms we do cause
to such things that we love
from what only might be
some need of the self to say:
"My how I've changed!"
pearls were once but grains of sand,
each spring a winter's night,
the caterpillars humble steps
herald beauty in its flight...
Lol...words are so fun...
You can't hate me more than I hate myself. I win.
"When the spirit of justice eloped on the wings
Of a quivering vibrato's bittersweet sting."
"When the spirit of justice eloped on the wings
Of a quivering vibrato's bittersweet sting."