You have to touch me in a different way Outside of my insanity. For then I will know that all is real And not the way I want to feel.
poem by George McLaren
Time heals they say, but they don't dwell In the time lapse that caresses Hell. A pleasure picnic in the park Is Purgatory after dark. Life's struggles are a feast for kings In comparison to Death's mighty stings. They numb the ... Read more
You have to touch me in a different way Outside of my insanity. For then I will know that all is real And not the way I want to feel. Read more