Comments about Rachel Fogle
The Contour Of My Heart
Slowly beating, aching still.
It feels what it needs, and heals what it will.
Valleys that decend into thee abyss of no return,
The Contour of My Heart is alone & Still.
Weakly it lives and battles each day.
Not caring what it sees, or loving what's in vain.
It's as if there's no tomorrow,