Crumpled thoughts
inside a worn vessel
crucified by self inflicted turmoil
an empty daze consuming visions
Buttercups bloomed
right beside him
He did not notice
the shackled soul
trying to escape
its fate
traveling paths offered
to reach a destination
unexpected entities
presenting swinging doors
lovers seperated
by infinite distances
desperately seeking
a touch
burning desires
keeping the emotional torch aflame
and.....
beneath all of this
with only the thought
of her voice
a smile......appeared
kennyb
3-25-07
I second the petition, KennyB
Posted by: Paula | April 04, 2007 at 09:08 AM