General Duke Posted February 27, 2009 No title She makes one compose verses that the imagination can't hold streamlined and never grow old her stare is plain cold like the deepest winter she unsettles the heart No beginning so why bother with a start Promises made broken these knees have yet to touch ground its been a while since the nomad traveled in circles and have yet to be found I have seen my reflection Its true I am lost without her direction Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
