To know happiness is to know pain
Your pain makes angels cry
Your fragile body. Racked with tears
Fragile pale blue eyes. Shimmer
Shimmer with anything but joy
Fragile hands brush aside a tear
Wisps of hair move like the wind with a brush
A soul that screams for single touch
A touch of pureness, a touch of innocenceness
A touch of saint
No longer can this fragile soul take on anymore
Her soft shallow breath, soft as the wind
So soft a flame burns all around without missing a beat
A soul that never cries.
Published: 3/24/2007
Bouquets and Brickbats