When you have a lot to say..
but you never speak.
then u get an answer.
from the Wind outside and the Storm within.
never to fill any pages or reach any ears.
but destined to survive the joys, the confusion and the tears.
Do you have any locked doors?
they might have all the keys....
Monday, February 19, 2007
Beautiful white flowers Swaying in the breeze Twinkling stars Hiding behind the trees
Simply stare They offer no sympathy In times of despair How they torment me..