Unheard Voice I have a story, forever untold, I cradle it everyday, With my heart's desire, Though it hurts within. As the light fades And the day ends, It is enriched further. But my tired heart rests. Deep down, it cries and sighs, Pines to sneak beyond the closed doors, But, it retires till eternity, Alone, sinned and torn for life!
drops_ of _jupiter1994 · Sat Aug 23, 2008 @ 02:30am · 0 Comments |