Dynamics of a Human Heart Ch 05
I’m not a stranger No I am yours With crippled anger And tears that still drip sore A fragile frame aged With misery And when our eyes meet I know you see I do not want to be afraid I do not want to die inside just to breathe in I’m tired of feeling so numb Relief exists I find it when I am cut -Plumb ‘Cut’ ‘Which door is yours?’ Miranda asked. Grey pointed down the hallway, ‘Last on the left.’ Miranda peered down the corridor, it was made up of blue and white speckled tile, clean but...