Delve into the mysterious inner workings of my mind and have a little swim with me.
I like to write about whatever pleases me at the time and I try not to censor myself. What you read is what I think and all opinions are my own. Obviously. Whose would they be?
Saturday, 28 July 2012
I have lines of poetry flying at me
But I can't grasp them.
Your face holds so much light
That sometimes I can't see it.
I start but I can't end.
The beginnings here have so much weight
That their darkness binds me.