Poems from Vindesta
I'm twisted twisted up inside
drowning in this love for you
the knot in my throat
only worse with every fleeting moment
I stop and wonder...
Deprived of the purification
my body and soul aches
my spirit dies a little
my heart cries a bit
and i remain physically intact
bound to...
Is it truly never enough for such a word to be understated?
to question its power and under rate it?
to be sorry is it not enough?
when...