Die For Me

Here I sit, quiet and alone,
Might as well be no one home,
The repetition of noise has finally grown cold.
And as I sit here in this thunder,
Of a silence filled with wonder,
A thousand mired thoughts release their hold.
And go racing through my mind,
Showing treasures I might find,
Should I take the time to listen to the tale,
Or should I wait and try another,
Come on and pick one with me brother,
Your imagination seems to have grown rather pale.
Perhaps you should stay awhile,
And with me you'll find a smile,
With me, my friend, you'll find eternal bliss.
And should you die in my refrain,
And your blood on my clothes stain,
We'll, I'll feel nothing but your happiness.

With Equescent thoughts...
FroznChild

THAT WAS VERY NICE SOME OF THE THINGS YOU WROTE REMINDED ME OF MY WONDERFULL DAD THAT HAS PASTED ON ME YOU ARE TALENTED

I can only thank you so much for saying so...
Sounds like your father was a wonderful man to you...
thanks,
FroznChild

a flower from a teddy...
not everyday you get one of those...