My Little Corner Comments

As i crawled to my dark little corner, the voice so loud like an African drum, so clear like the blue winter skies. Oh how i remember what was said.
Tears flowing down my face, so soft, so tender and warm, i felt the comfort i needed. The pain is within but yet strikes on the outside. I curl up like a moth of a butterfly, beauty still to come.

Tears greet the floor, how i wish they could greet and embrace me. I crawl to my lil corner, it feels empty; where is everyone that i know? where did they all go? have they gotten tired of my deep sweet love?
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