SometimesA Poem by ZyriaSometimes, the world is fear, blind eyes part for a single tear, and he and I are no more separate than near. Glamour and agony unite lust, love, rare delight: and he and I hover, suspended in the night. His voice echoes, growing faint; hope whispers, carrying the taint, and he and I remember…and wait. © 2010 Zyria |
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1 Review Added on October 19, 2010 Last Updated on October 19, 2010 AuthorZyriaAboutI like to think that I am a writer. I abide by my own guidelines, and I don't write to create; I write for release. I think I may be crazy. My mind is not fractured…but perhaps there is jus.. more..Writing
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