Up from below I come
A bit of poetry, a bit of this and that.
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
New Hands
New hands wiping the tears.
New Hands that hold me.
Everything is new.
But, its the same feeling.
love?
As I sink away
back to where I swam from .
Holding on to the love...
New Hands
New pains.
Love that was fake.
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