Writing hurt in one's heart*
Wallowing in shameful sorrow
Crying through heart no tomorrow
The glass of Love has been shattered
Blood of feelings that has been splattered
The wall has me hanging on with no handle
Thief of grief culprit of this and as well the vandal
Dom*Colucci 2010
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Where were you when I was always here?*
Where were you when I was always here?* Who are and where did you come from? Are you of duality or from the Source of one? Does your consc...
Poor creature... I feel compassion.
ReplyDeleteSorrow has plagued this person as the thief of their good time seems to be faded..so sad as well....enjoy always(+)
ReplyDeleteDom*:)xo---{--@