He had not opened his eyes since she came to awareness in a strange car, with blood on her hands, a dead body in her trunk, and him - this strange man..
One of the things that I'm finding in my new discovery of this site is that I'm enjoying the thought of taking old poems such as this one and as I add..
Hanging by a threadSwaying in the windNot sure where I'm goingDon't know where I've beenTried to make decisionsBut they fell apartEach day survivingBu..