on my heart
written by one i know.
show me a part of your soul i can't handle and make it move the ground
this place is a new one
eager am i to turn off replay
and shove my depths into concentrating on your words.
a book is a feast for many enjoyed one at a time and spared not in the cloaked words of the past and present and future.
for this time is one we all will share and live through.
the tunnel narrows.
i turn off the computer.
and delve into the paper and ink.
oh, delicious.
