i hold to something
that never was....
by darthelwig
...
This poem is mine. If
you want to borrow it, you had better ask me first.
Im a nice person. No
need to be afraid
.lol
the wind whispers your
name on a sigh
as it whistles through trees that
are bare
without you....
the branches that twist and twine
echo hollowly as i dream
of holding you....
a moon rises bright and cold
in a sky of melancholy and
midnight
dreaming....
where once it was gold and green
now there are fallen and
broken dreams
of you....