For Z.J
In the Silence of Night,
Lost in your dreams,
In the hour that recounts your age,
The mirrors are suddenly broken
By a cry of desperation.
You run to answer.
Yet the faint melody of past events,
And soft whispers,
Are all that remain...
In the Silence of Night,
Lost in your dreams,
In the hour that recounts your age,
The mirrors are suddenly broken
By a cry of desperation.
You run to answer.
Yet the faint melody of past events,
And soft whispers,
Are all that remain...
l7rules:
your a good poet 
wirlwind:
where that pic of dustin....it says you dont have pics in your folder?