Her cradled
soul. The unrest of a half empty nest.
Along with a sense of helplessness. A
care, a love, a want, a need, a desire.
Serenity, a sharing of herself, a
sorrow, a deep sadness.
A disappointment, a hurting, a yearning.
The burning of
unsaved souls.
The unabridged stories of her life.
The lump in her throat, so
sore.
The thoughts of him and his whores.
Questions that go unanswered, hope,
sometimes regret, always pain.
beautiful... ♥
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ReplyDeleteLeio seu twitter e seu blog,gosto muito do que você escreve,
Eu só quero que o Michael seja feliz...onde quer que ele esteja agora!
Quanto a dor da saudade que sinto,irei suportar...um dia vai passar...eu espero,pois ainda choro todos os dias...
Michael eu te amo...
Sounds like, a tale of a queen, it's a lovely story but sad.
ReplyDelete...ainda estou chorando!
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