A family fractured Time after time So much love in this house Equal to this poem's lack of rhyme
A guardian angel Sent from above Its wings slowly burning With its loss of love
Happily ever after Or so we are taught Is how the library ends But this book does not.
The fire is burning Using up our wood We'll be the house We all thought could
A tear stained pillow With a few good bites Will be nothing more useful With my sleepless nights
A house... A house of mine A house without laughter Keeping all my sorrows safe My happily ever after?
potent · Mon May 29, 2006 @ 08:37pm · 1 Comments |