Photo By: Meg Graves Life's Chore Son of Nothing, reaps splendor...None knocks upon my door...From Flower to floor...Left with nothing, more...So Sour through sore...Simple, Sweet and so demure...Life's little sinful chore...Pain is life upon the pure...-Madamchryzl-
I Run
Photo By: Meg Graves I RUN I race to you...Like lovers do...I hide from you...Like the frightened do...I love you...Like a heart will do...I run through you...Like time will do...-Madamchryzl-
Rhymes, Writings, and Confessions to Small Crimes 