Comments about Courtney Sill
All That I Did Was For You...
I stood by th water this evening,
I watched the burgandy and browning leaves saunter to the water's embrace,
So cold where the wind blows,
So sweet does it whisper empty promises of lonely days to come,
I'm painting you a picture, please pay attention.
I'm not angry, this is not violent.
Rather, it is a soft, and sweet call for help from a pleading childs eyes.
I only wish to cry in silence,
I muffle my cries in the sleeve of a should-be warm sweater,
But all of me is cold,
All of me is lovely.
Can't you see my cheeks are a bright pink and damp, and my ...