Tortured Children
where our hearts used to be is gone
verses and musings of j stoeckmann, all rights reserved.
where our hearts used to be is gone
Time delivers grace in harmony.
we waited for our children, prayed their return in the night
fresh as snow angels
Fake it til you make it, unless you’re already there, in which case feel free to share! It is a
bloom and show their gift
imitation is the sincerest form of flattery…
(I just fell in love with this verse; the world is going to tyrants, tell me it isn’t so?)
Invisible imperial manipulation Blind us with blinders of placation Natural selection wins to nature’s chagrin Our exceptional true blue boys
If you and she are going to start a life Don’t forget to bring the stove Wishing now alone that