Poems from PurpleInk
Within the darkness, below the frost
Locked up in painful memories
The old heart lies, forgotten and lost
It searched for love at any...
For you the clock strikes twelve every hour
Because you have not yet learned your lesson
To be prepared for anything and expect to see me...
Time is the gravity that pulls at the rain drops
Sending them to earth at first in tiny little drips
An urge within me grows
Something...