Velvet Bloom

[sacred_prophet]

'tears shed, like dust to the wind, spread glistening, down my cheek, diamonds at a snails pace, take their place on the front of my shirt, slightly salty and watery gray, now they pool, on my face, as i lay here, wishing it werent true, wishing simply, that i could be rid of you.' Rex Clay Michael Dayringer 4/13/06

Comments

[poesravyn]

oh how i missed reading your poems in Spain, didnt think i would miss them until i got back and read them... and wow, it seems so nice to hear there sweet melody. even though its borrock

[sacred_prophet]

borrock?

[sacred_prophet]

its a joke on the way its pronounced... ill tell you sometime