I was a child then
perhaps I still am a child
but years hang on my heart
more moons than I have lived
I had spirit and the the sharpest of minds
but dreams of him infected me
his voice resounded in my mind
I still remember every word
I had never felt love before
the burt amber of his eyes consumed me
embers glowed within my soul
burning the first of my innocence
I had been so innocent and pure
his life became intertwined with my own
time wore away the luster of my thoughts
day and night all that was became him















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