And your laugh is as bright as the sun...
In rhyme, whispering, breezing... memory of meadows springs rain drops daylight night broken hearts and dreams. she scourges me like banchee to be free of this wench would be a inner peace .without her is joy I ponder on not to hurt her but for the wench to stop meddling in my life sweet memories but reched woman would stop scourging my life my heart is all ready broken friends never forgiveness never she gone to far why when I haven't done anything to her true love pearced my heart and broke it into tiny little peaces.
© Dana t mcglynn