I have the pleasure
And the joy
Of being everything to you
And nothing for myself.
I hunt for truth, logic,
Peace and magic
Only to find they do not exist
When locked up in a cage.
When I walk beside you
There is vacancy, contempt.
My gossamer skin fades
As you slowly walk away.
And the joy
Of being everything to you
And nothing for myself.
I hunt for truth, logic,
Peace and magic
Only to find they do not exist
When locked up in a cage.
When I walk beside you
There is vacancy, contempt.
My gossamer skin fades
As you slowly walk away.
whoa... nice.
ReplyDeleteWOW!!
ReplyDeleteYou know your way around a pen (Key pad) Girl!
Excellent 55....Thanks...G
Good 55 causing much thinking publishedto take place.
ReplyDeleteOur 55 is published.
Great peice!
ReplyDeletePowerful.
ReplyDeleteAnd where do you find the pics??
ReplyDeleteSuch depth and sadness in your writings....are you drawing from real life for these incredible 55's?
ReplyDeleteNice one. :) I like the photo too. :)
ReplyDeleteI hope that this is written from emotional memory and not emotional present.
ReplyDeleteJust think, if you walked with Ezmund, with Rabies tied around his neck, you would never ever feel this way!
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Fabulous!
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