Sunday, 6 March 2011

Seventeen

Seventeen

Seventeen hard stones,
cold from the outside in.
Strained smiles
and heavy sadness.

Intelligent agony.
Caresses not void of love.
But love is feint
Love is distant.

Cupid´s blind arrow
The Virgin´s tear drop
Her son died alone
Time his only friend

Take pity away from your gaze
And let me live...

No comments:

Post a Comment