Deep within
my eyes, a sigh-
a frightened little
soul.
And tears do tread
as lips they lie-
while telling you
to go.
And this small child,
alive in my-
weakened, crumpled,
frame;
Speaks it true
when she does try-
for your heart
to aim.

Way back, I posted this in some other forum, but I think statute of double posts limitations is up
Constructive comments welcome.

Why is it that we are at our most ingenius only when trying to destroy the things that keep us alive and thriving?

là où est mon amour?
donde está mi amour?
wo ist meine Liebe?
Nelly Furtado é a menina a mais bonita no mundo largo do todo.