Poems from AnnabellLeigh
It is I, the one, and we the strong who have held high our beacon of light
The hope to all that see it know that with our string hearts...
Lonely does a child weep in the passing
A tender heart torn open reeling in the salt caked wound
Should I spend sleepless nights lying...
Such strange thoughts surround me
The soul of the wise in this body of youth cries out in uncertain desire
The love of purity and...
Your name is finer than the sweetest honey when passing my lips
At the most random times you blossom into my mind
I allow myself to...
My hand moves to strike out
My voice moves to crush
The violent whirling twister in my head destroys all in its path
The desolate...