Comments about Joanna Fregoso
Mum's The Word.
I've nothing to say, my dear, my dear,
For you, yourself, have realized my fears.
And upon the crease of elegant dreams,
I have become nothing, or so it seems.
Broken and wayward, the clock keeps on moving,
And you, yourself, are my thoughts consuming;
Wishing I could touch your face,
Caress the hands full of strength.
But when the curtain rolled away
I realized it was just another day,
And there you lay upon a crimson lie
Cords of love bound round your arms;
But within the deepness of your ...