Wednesday, August 01, 2007

Don't Touch Me

Mornings I sleep off
nights of red wine.
Nights, I go
out of my mind.

But my nights remain
empty of you.
My life remains
empty of you,
My heart remains
empty.

5 comments:

roving reporter said...

Pensioner receives caution for speeding at Kew.

Grey Shades said...

Awwwwww!!! :((

goldennib said...

I'm sorry for your emptiness.

Jenn said...

Roving Reporter: On her little motorbike?

Grey Shades: Hmmmmmmm.....

Nessa: Thanks.

stefany said...

http://wwwdandelionseeds.blogspot.com/2007/04/poetry.html

I would love for you to read a couple of my poems if you get a min. Enjoying your stuff alot.
Stef