Monday, August 18, 2014

Non- Lymericks

I once thought my love walked on air
But our relationship was going nowhere
Our flame burned much higher
When fueled by desire
We couldn’t stand our souls laid bare

Sorrow is grief born on wings
Like an arrow, it pierces and stings,
But time soon will heal
You’ll begin to feel

Your heart will begin to sing

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