EMPTY LOT
Deserted the lot stands alone.
Only wishing someone would call it home.
Not even a child to run and play,
wondering if anyone loves it today.
Unlike that silent lonely lot;
Where I may question it's goal,
My passion pours from my soul.
At vtimes my feelings overwhelm me.
I often wonder,
how one person can handle so much reality.
All the longed for was;
perhaps a planted flower seed.
Unlike that onlely lot,
I have a soul that can bleed.
Know when left alone and untended,
my passion will die.
my love will be ended.
For, unlike that lonely lot,
Empty inside I am not.
UPA Picture challenge 9/23/09
by: Tonya Willman(am2anangel)
Only wishing someone would call it home.
Not even a child to run and play,
wondering if anyone loves it today.
Unlike that silent lonely lot;
Where I may question it's goal,
My passion pours from my soul.
At vtimes my feelings overwhelm me.
I often wonder,
how one person can handle so much reality.
All the longed for was;
perhaps a planted flower seed.
Unlike that onlely lot,
I have a soul that can bleed.
Know when left alone and untended,
my passion will die.
my love will be ended.
For, unlike that lonely lot,
Empty inside I am not.
UPA Picture challenge 9/23/09
by: Tonya Willman(am2anangel)
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