Whisperings of a Wandering Heart
Saturday, November 24, 2007
Just something I wrote . . . just now
Feeling empty all alone
it's raining outside,
maybe its raining in my soul
the air is cold
my spirit dry
keeping everything locked inside
the world is gray
everything feels black.
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