Poetic Pleas~
Gathering pieces on paths I've traveled
A road I have walked upon without fear
Now as I sit back, my weavings unravel
Opening my heart, wondering what's left there
I've known all along, I've desired for true love
But who would grant, a wishful dream to my heart
Even heaven has ignored pleas above
But whose soul would heal, my own tearing apart
I've been taught, and have learned how to suffer
Not sure this rock, further I care to stand on
For even the sinking quicksand some offer
Is appealing sometimes, though I know it's wrong
Oh Lord, please let me breathe, a breath of fresh air
My lungs black, from inhaling lies told to me
Come restore my faith, I've lost with each sad tear
Straight into the known lands of milk and honey
-poeticweaver

just what i needed. viyanna rosemarie











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