Day follows day Night becomes An endless series Of tosses And love untended Still grows Among the weeds and trash Forgotten but not In the heart that held it close Always There Always there.
Tag: Night
Achy Head Sunday
Some mornings you wake up and your head just aches. It just plain hurts from a gentle yet constant throbbing emanating from deep inside your skull. Not enough to bring you down, but just enough to annoy, to make you blink at the light and wish for a magical cure. My dear skull has decided …
Lucinda Rose 