By Violet Date: 2002 Jan 28 Comment on this Work [[2002.01.28.20.00.28164]] |
my patience is so easily rubbed raw soon the clock is screaming at me and the deafening silence is throwing me to my knees i am a desperate woman crumbled with worry and question i need your arms to rock me back to a calm reality what happened to the days when concern was foreign? i lost my easy laughter and my individual optimism alone, I stand on shaking legs until you return and paint me a smile |