speak to me i hear your voice in the wind standing the ashes of another summer i know not where to begin emotions flutter forth in waves of days spent spent like pennies saved for my souls rent if i could hold that love so sweet that died crying in my arms would it be enough to chase away the nightmares that hold me so close with thier charms? if i could release the fears that burrow deeper everyday into my soul will the days pass slower and life once again envelope me in its fold? perhaps to save my pennies i can save my memories of those days spent warm and secure maybe to live this life i must hold onto this fear but speak to me...im still waiting here.Birth sign: Cancer
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