aching for the piece...
Current mood: calm
Category: Writing and Poetry
craving the piece to b placed with my very soul
as i hear your voice it all comes back and makes perfect sense
i close my eyes and drift on your tone
i dont care about the past
it only stops growth
looking past that which hurts, accepting that which drives us
weaher its a past memorie or a recent action...
holding on with every fiber of my heart that which touches my spirit and bringing it to light
your voice still calls to me more than u know
lac 11-11-08
