Tuesday, February 21, 2012

Parched

In the quiet of the night, she lies in wait. For words to come to her, or her lover. It's all the same sometimes.



1 comment:

jd said...

the words never arrive but what does is the creaking sound of sadness hmm...

" silence "..... then a finger shown in the direction of the sound for i got a half full glass of wine:)