mandycorinthos

Not a whisper, not a thought, Not a kiss nor look be lost. Though alone I walk, I feel the cost, And every day, I'm chilled by frost. And every year, the thoughtful few Sing to me to lessen my pain, It never cleans, My soul's blood stain, And soft sweet voices become my bane. And every life I've lived as yet Has seen me walk alone. And even the radiant light The sun has shown Can do nothing to warm my bones.