| little bits: Let your imagination marinate sit awhile then pop the prong when its done and Feast manufactured love comes to a grinding halt when reality slaps you in the face AUTHOR UNKNOWN Last night I watched a teardrop Slowly trace its way Across your lovely cheek It hovered a moment At the tip of your nose As if to tease me And make me feel ashamed For hurting you so badly Finally it broke itself free And came to a rest On your soft pillow To join countless others Of its kind that I Never knew existed |