Thought for the Day
Feb. 2nd, 2009 07:14 pmEbb
I know what my heart is like
Since your love died:
It is like a hollow ledge
Holding a little pool
Left there by the tide,
A little tepid pool,
Drying inward from the edge.— Edna St. Vincent Millay
This poem has nothing to do with my life at the moment; I just think it's purty.