Nothing
I am nothing,
I am a dry leaf blown to dust
by the wind.
Each day has less meaning
than the one before,
And love snatches my
attention with each breath.
I am numb now,
I feel only the ever-present
throbs of my memory.
I am a dry leaf blown to dust
by the wind.
Each day has less meaning
than the one before,
And love snatches my
attention with each breath.
I am numb now,
I feel only the ever-present
throbs of my memory.
posted by Cayenne at 4:43 PM
3 Comments:
Yeah, I do write all of it.
Candace! You are my favorite! Let's CHAT.
yum
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