As It Seems
pieces of me were always on paper
Friday, November 13, 2009
I Was Once The Stones Beneath Your Feet
I once saw death's shadowy specter
look, and find my love.
I thought in the moments to pass
I too would be dead.
Yet I live, only by the grace
of another world I live.
And by the grace
of another world I'll die.
END
No comments:
Post a Comment
Newer Post
Older Post
Home
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment