One Stone
by Christy
Seeking refuge from
cold shoulders and fake smiles.
Alone, I am the echo of
my own sadness.
How does the ripple of
one stone affect a world already shattered?
Quietness, a knife in
the heart of thoughts.
Evening is fuel for
broken dreams.
Grasping now at
unfulfilled desires.
Turning one stone, a
world away leaves me hungry for what does
not exist.
Alone, I am the echo of
my own sadness.
Christy
2-24-09 |
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