Where was he hiding,
His time & rhyme biding,
Hidden from view,
Thoroughly coinciding…
Attached to nothingness,
Waiting for the right moment to find egress,
Not however finding any success,
To enjoy the act of the coalesce…
To find strength where there was none before,
As he comes out, we hear a loudly despicable roar,
We create but do not restore any kind of rapport,
Gone but not forgotten, heretofore…
© ed ~ 11/21.10
ARE EWE NOT SAD - BUT GAY?
BEING HAPPY WITH RENE?
WHAT DO YEW SAY?
'CLOSET' PEOPLE ARE SOMETIMES ... 'DIFFERENT' !
PERHAP YOU NEED SOME ... PIECE? :) :) :) TK.
Axilea