Monday, September 13, 2004

9/13/04 poem..

It's funny how thoughts seem so loud with memories beyond mobile dreams and suicide smiles, that only seem so sencless?
an as saddness brakes with the morning light,
future graveyards will taste tomarrow's sarrows
because today,
I hold my own head stone.

By Terri Rose

1 Comments:

Blogger Kuldeep said...

Saw your comment on my blog. Thanks for atleast looking at it and taking out the time to do so!

The poem is kind of deep, and i especially liked the line 'as sadness breaks with the morning's light' ...so very true! best wishes.

11:18 PM  

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