Comments about Joe Holley
He's Still Alone
They who dream of true love's wonder, moment's pure in starlight asunder, aluminising the eyes of the shadows caught gazing, what beauty that shines, amazing.
Moments they share, hearts they lay bare. They stare, they kiss, they smile with love's bliss. The mist that fog, the tears that clog, he wakes in bed with a spot it forgets.
Too laying she's breaking, in her head to a cruel noise true of that she's screaming yet silence killing.
Beds cold like winters despair, white branches of lif