Thursday, March 11, 2010

Endorphin


The mind is sometimes capable,
to ward, bear and yet still unable
at zeroing the hurt the heart felt;
so slumber now to ease it shalt.

2 comments:

Wendee said...

I can identify with this poem right now! Me want to retweet this on my blog if it's possible =P

Lyme disease said...

eheh ^^ sure sure be my guest :P