quinta-feira, 3 de abril de 2014

What I am

For I am love and will ill aimed and cared for
For I do not attach myself entirely to this world
I am a drifting energy, wandering heart
Scarcely fitted for the ways of men
A pile of written and unsent letters on my desk
All filled with longing and affection but for always remaining unread
That's what I am, and what my free spirit will allow me to be