Second handA Poem by william andrews
It is not the point
how many have dipped into your well of desperate dreams it doesnt matter how many have laid close to your skin the point is would you let one climb under it to feel what one believes within your fractured fragmented feelings you shine with all the things that we need © 2017 william andrews |
StatsAuthorwilliam andrewssami, GreeceAboutim just a sad old english man looking for another home for the words that i love They are words of sayings They are words of thoughts that i sometimes wish had never been born feedarea.. more..Writing
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