Dec 23, 2009 16:00
I have no idea. Was just playing with words. None of it will make complete sense to anyone but me. =P And that's how I wanted it.
How I covet the
Pools of red.
Stream awakens
Inside the shell.
Memories kept
Beautiful sight.
Then to see
Washed away.
Purified.
Fixed it is
Strapped down.
Forgotten
But felt.
Pools of red
I covet.
poem