It is alright, you can come on in. Sit down here beside me and listen to the whisper, free as a butterfly battling the wind. We'll dip down into the hollow share the moments of the day, take off to the mountains with each season that comes into play. I'll share a few of the secrets from winter till the first of spring and collect a few more to share on rainy days when there is nothing else to do but dream.
Thursday, March 11, 2010
I gave him my heart, I gave him the key, he took all my loving and said goodbye to me.
I gave him my dreams, I gave him my faith, he took all like a game, he didn't believe.
Sad one, Rachel.
ReplyDeleteWhen I was younger (much younger) I have poems like this that I wrote when I lost someone I loved very much.