Reconing In Love
could you behold an empty glass , that left its wine stain ,like that of a broken heart and feelings not in vein, i tore my dress running in a frantic slip , i need to compose and get a grip. i fell hard in love this night , hearing melodeys in my head not remembering a word thats said . love vanishes but yet comes back , id know if it was truely gone , this is not where i belong , flowing is the season how it comes and goes , seeing the tree branches as they touch winds that blow, could you see my tears that had droped from my eyes , heard the sounds from my bellowing crys , i think not , i know you have another . smoldering heat in between the folds my skin is warm and i cannot breath restless and weak is my strenght deminishing . where is life where is love , caught a glimpse of flying dove . iam alive.
Copyright © Rochelle Smith | Year Posted 2012
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