jueves, 10 de septiembre de 2009


Little soul yours
Small to mine
Full of tenderness
You walk through life.
Tenderness that hurts
Affectionate impassive
I crave affection
At a glance of your eyes.
Just one question
But no answer
Only a heartache
That turns into an arrow.
Arrow going through me
With an impure evil
I'm just your enemy
For having a pure innocence.

1 comentario:

  1. Dear Michelle, is that your poem? it is yor creation? If it is not, you still have to work on that section.

    For tomorrow, please create a new entry called "Learn something about English"
    Your topic is: Future Simple

    See you !!!!