Sweet Death..
Sweet Death
by: BL Altashheth
I am asundered.
She calls me, I try not to hear.
But she needs me as much as I need her.
Moaning, pleading, begging and not but her sweet cries ringing.
I listened.
I called.
She’s near.
She’s here.
I rise to greet her.
And I am but sand in the Earth.
July 22, 2007
11:49PM
JC Said:
on July 29, 2008 at 12:41 am
okey po.