| BRUISED pale colors bleed from your eyes as the gray lifts, and blankets the sky you surround yourself in sorrow, that reflects beautiful pouts, off of flushed lips and all your armer, and shields fall at your feet, exposing far deep then naked skin alone a some what damaged flower you entomb so many mishandling's, from eager hands that scar your petals, giving you know roots on which to stand, still waiting for that one and only gentle hand many tears you weep so many dreams you keep yet all fail to wake you from a dormant sleep a never ending yearning for true love, that tires you and drains the body chaining the soul from the mind giving you no choice but to retreat and decline from feeling ANN |