Frosted feelings were thawing
left with my stomach gnawing
put craving away on shelves
lips left to bite themselves
no one to fill inner need
sheets left unsoiled of seed
climb walls of gilded gold
walk the floors creaking old
play the music of memory
wander dreams of reverie
wistful moments of misery
just one being, no longer we
now set out one cup of tea
now separated you from me
etw
Ron
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :(
I understand, I live alone and have lived alone for a while now. Where is that Prince anyway?
Much peace, love and light,
Amber
Be always safe,
Karen
GOD BLESS YOU
TONY
Blessings,
Christine
you speak in fine tones and not a waste word.
John
Thank you for your reveiw of my Betrayal poem.
Ciao,
Ragno Donna
George