And so she floats lonesome as a cloud
With her heart so astray
Far away from warmth as in the breeze of winter
Like a babe she needs a cuddle but remain confuse
Within the puzzle, longing to solve the riddles amiss her soul
Her heart is afraid
Her soul needs devotion from a heart honest
Not right the minister but the honest Mr. Wrong
Who is ready to make things right
About the Creator
DeeSpeaks
I loved with a love that was more than love
and only broken pieces of me gets to live on
my words disputing the unity of oneness.
The Devil's Cut
“Comrade, finally you’re awake.” The voice was smooth, sensual. A flickering incandescent bar was all that lit the white, sterile room. All Vladimir remembered was everything going black. He tried to move his arms and found them strapped to the gurney.
By Matthew J. Fromm5 days ago in Fiction
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