Poetry for me is a way of living, it comes out of nowhere and I have to write it down. How I write, what I write, I decide. I am not asking you to be judgemental. I am gifted with the ability to see beyond the obvious.
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
a picture nothing more blue lifts my mood I wish to hug that child his father is lost to him crown is a burden for the baby too he is unaware of it as yet he wants his father to love him,
"king holds his child, but his heart is as dead as his queen"