Take him. Make him yours. Take his heart, and cherish it. Love him forever, as he would love you. Take this boy from the Darkness that surrounds so he can pick up the shattered pieces.
Copyright of John W. Dobbins 2007.
Monday, December 17, 2007
Untitled Work #1
Posted by 8Bit Dreamer at 3:26 PM 1 comments
Sunday, December 16, 2007
Ripped And Torn
Moving ahead but not knowing where
Step after step, but then I just stare.
No one to help, no path to follow
The world I'm in, makes me feel hollow.
The hills to the west offer what I desire
I want to get home, but am cut off by fire.
... Home.
Copyright of John W. Dobbins 2007.
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