Cloudy Days
Cloudy Days
Black clouds loom heavy above my head.
My heart, my soul, my spirit feels, as if dead,
buried under mountains and mountains of weight,
as this beautiful Lotus Blossom dictates my fate .
This is - to be in - such a dreadful state,
hour after hour, turning in the emptiness of my bed.
Feelings, I never again wanted to know, I hate
what China Doll, Oriental Beauty, to me has fed.
My heart aches, it weeps,
my mind, it never sleeps,
My spirit longs for your touch,
my soul craves to touch you, so much.
Has it all come to an end ?,
Do you no longer need me as friend ?
What is in store ?
Will you be no more ?
B. J. "A" 2
September 16th 2010
How I'd Like It To be !!!
Once again !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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