Poems from venuschild
There are many writings that remind us of home.
Some are on books,others in songs and some in poetry.
Beloved,
In what other lives or lands
Have I known your lips?
Your Hands?
Your Laughter?
Irreverent of death.
I do adore.
Hope is...
Because you said i was beutiful i began to redifined myself, God began to work. You loved my inperfections, my weaknesses, my hurt. You...
Nights that are not seen in this dimension speak the language of the
Lost
Auras that filled those dimensions with terror
Some dimensions...
Inner sorrow is real and he knows it has been there lingering.
It has been waiting like violent waves.
He sees your smiles come and go...
In our wickedness we think about our destinies
Death is our ending.
Fuhter more the Wicked deaths are better than their day of birth...