WoodNymph's blog: "The freedom of Ink"

Fall not on deaf ears song of my sorrow. Filled of my pain that finds not tomorrow. Sad is my heart that cries acrid tears . Bitter the taste ,bitter my sorrow . I crossed the lake of desolation. I found not a better location to burn my soul. In a pool of drowned muse my mind a state of miss use. My beautiful rose and it`s ladder of thorns. Bleeds , my palm. Flesh torn. Broken are my wings. I can not fly. It doesn`t matter there isn`t anyplace to go.

Mine heart aches with the tears of a thousand lakes. Mine ears grow def bereft the sound of your voice, no words to endear. I crave your very gentle touch, you sap my strength leaving me but a melted pool upon the floor...... Pitter patter I am consumed as though i thirst for naught but to feel your devine lips passionately locked on mine. I burn in agony desire so fierce.