It's hard,
Sleeping where you're soul once slept.
It's hard,
Sitting where you're body once sat.
It's hard,
Being here, where our love grew to unknown heights,
Where our lips had touched
Where our souls were free and unburden.
I took this from a view of a spouse that had lost their husband/wife. I dunno, I guess I was just bored when I wrote this. Please rate. I know, I still suck at poems and stories, but critism in nice.
What would it be like to dance naked?
Letting your inner beauty shine.
But exposing your deepest secret.
But... Would it matter?
Would the music sweep the dusty thoughts from your mind?
... Would you dance?
 Toribail · Tue Aug 19, 2008 @ 08:56pm · 0 Comments |
