1st up in my series of writings that were born while I was tired:
A frigid world with beauty aglow
Light that's shone from a cold source
I dream of traversing through desert snow
In hopes of finding a warm force
With hands of ice you hold my heart
And I stand aside and observe
To gain your trust is a start
But your heart is full of curves
should I say this, you'll hear that
Interpretations always contrary
Forever in your barren flat
Of my intentions you're still wary
Haven't edited it, so you get to see it totally unpolished.
 Zanep Lodes · Fri Apr 04, 2008 @ 07:12pm · 4 Comments |
