Will she the be "Feast" or will she get to "Eat"
Your wise words cutting so deep, The dirt from your foot bottoms tracked across my heart, That tender mind you never speak I long to hear, I do your bidding's as you lay soundlessly asleep,
She challenges herself to feel love again,
She is without umbrella as she stands in the rain,
Heartbroken hoping to love again,
But she is heartbroken; all she knows is loves pain.
I take pride in designing the unexpected. For every engaging challenge that interferes with my concept, I find the way to get my idea across.