Wednesday, November 18, 2009
uncontrollable, sad, perplexed could turn a little star
to a cracked meteorite.
What dismay it brings,
Tortures so hard it seems.
My heart aint beating,
The songs stop playing.
Quietly, it slithers away.
Like the sun setting today.
Thunders roaring, Lightning striking,
The man returned to ash again.
* another misty day
3:44 PM
