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Prisoner (of Love And Memory) Like a butterfly he captured me, kept me captivated in a little box made of glass. Stroked my fragile wings and called me beautiful as a sunrise in spring. Fed me sweet nectar words and stole my fluttering heart away. He caressed my soul and let me fly within the confines of the little glass box within which I lived. Then my caretaker crushed my delicate wings, my gorgeous leaves of life withered and died. With one stone to my little glass haven, my heart had broken and my strength had shattered into fragments of the vibrancy I was. And then he set me free.
Written by: Lisa Boyd
sapphirewind added this comment 2008-12-03 21:31:38-06:00
The picture is not mine. Its from daz3d.com
sapphirewind added this comment 2008-12-03 21:31:38-06:00
The picture is not mine. Its from daz3d.com