posted by </a></b></a>anothercup ...
The lovin is a mess what happened to all of the feeling?
I thought it was for real; babies, rings and fools kneeling
And words of pledging trust and lifetimes stretching forever
So what went wrong? It was a lie, it crumbled apart
Ghost figures of past, present, future haunting the heart
- Belle and Sebastian
posted by </a></font></b></a>umbreons_shadow ...
[: The fragile :]
No longer handling,
Fear of loss,
And this disease,
on to loneness,
in a loop,
I shatter into a million
pieces on impact.
and kudos to dottie_luv for posting Keats' "Ode To A Nightingale" - a fine poem. In fact, I once stole two lines from it in my poem "This Town Shall Settle Hence" (my profile page) - a satire about Rockford which uses plagerism to make an added point.