...and
I went to bed
without a thought
of what you never said...
Your life is a ship in a bottle
...and...
I'm trying to shake it...
Trying to move the waves
in your heart,
turning it back
to what you once said...
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
Slow words Sweet rewards Glory of the past Old stories that refuse to talk ..and I kiss the air as it whispers softly through your hair
..and I kiss the air
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