Poetry: When Love is all that is left…

  Sometimes, it hurts, to feel everything so much. With reality, it puts you out of touch… Those, with the wooden hand- they don’t plan. They’d rather rip the warranty tag from your soul. Trying to shorten your “eternity.” As if they could! But when, they scratch your soul, You’re left, crying in the rain…Continue reading “Poetry: When Love is all that is left…”