Comments about Elizabeth Sheaffer
Crimson Carpets At Dusk
You're sitting on the couch, watching TV.
Wishing that you could be watching me.
Wanting me only to exist.
Needing nothing save one last kiss.
Why couldn't it have been someone else?
You cannot imagine how it must've felt.
Did I go to Heaven, or was it Hell?
You need to know which way I fell.
That way you can arrange for us to meet.