| ||||||||||
| ||||||||||
| ||||||||||
| ||||||||||
| ||||||||||
|
| ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| >> Static Item >> Poetry >> Romance/Love >> ID #923546 |
| |||||||||||||
|
Hotly Scored
A moth drawn to the flickering flame, I keep reaching for you through the pain. My unwavering hand hotly scored, The scars renewed and brought forth. Again I reach for your loving hand, Gone in the flame, I can’t comprehend. With deeply diminished vital signs, Unlearned pain I own, it’s mine. 1/3/05
© Copyright 2005 Leger~ (UN: legerdemain at Writing.Com).
All rights reserved.
Leger~ has granted Writing.Com, its affiliates and syndicates non-exclusive rights to display this work. |