Mar 2015
Please don't tell me I have a voice;
Living this way has left me with laryngitis.
I haven't a breath in me to make an exclamation pass as a whisper
Please don't say there is nothing to fear
For I've felt the cold tiles
over
And
over
catching me as I came crashing down
As you promised to catch me if I were to fall
And all that's left from that life was made by the curtesy of your ******* hand print.
Living this way has left me with laryngitis.
I haven't a breath in me to make an exclamation pass as a whisper
Please don't say there is nothing to fear
For I've felt the cold tiles
over
And
over
catching me as I came crashing down
As you promised to catch me if I were to fall
And all that's left from that life was made by the curtesy of your ******* hand print.
So despite the sporadic ness of my postings I guess is one way to put it considering sometimes I go weeks --months with out posting , I do write random tad bits a lot. This was from like a half year ago - I never did anything with it so hell- why not now
