by Elizabeth Webb
it’s like
cloth that covers
my eyes
and stills my hands
my heart is beating
but no one sees
You stand before me
I see
it’s like
cloth that covers
my eyes
and stills my hands
my heart is beating
but no one sees
You stand before me
I see
February 23rd, 2008 at 9:42 am
I like the mystery EW.
gary