I am lost to the power
that would shape your heart
to a confident beat,
that would cradle your fear
in an open window,
that would take the guilt
upon which your innocence hangs.
LOST CHILD
Published inTwitter Poems
I am lost to the power
that would shape your heart
to a confident beat,
that would cradle your fear
in an open window,
that would take the guilt
upon which your innocence hangs.