" Warmth ..."
Scrapes of hope ...
accumulated, pieces by pieces ...
wounds of a broken Heart ...
To be mended , he would plead ...
Pray ..
His Love to be heard ..
Sincerity was what left of him ...
As pain towed his desires away ..
Alone he kneels ..
As the corner of despair ..
Darkens , alike his battered Vital ..
Awaits the new found seraph ..
Grace him with hope ...
Unanswered .. He awaits ....
" Will my Pleas ever be heard ? "
