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I am beside myselfwaves of sadness and painwashing away whispers of youleft here with nothing as Irememberour laughterdays of dreamsand fanciful imagi..
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it was only a few months agowe spoke,in June.you were so stresseddidn't know what to dowho knewthat would be our last timeon a fateful day in Augustyo..
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I listened to words spokenthat somehow found their way tothe back of my mind,jumbled together and tossed to the far sidenext to a forgotten side track..
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it happened before the second equinox during the eleventh hourwhile I was here again, as before.she was there,lying quietly on my round chairin the st..
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feathers from heaven flutter byas fountains to forever shimmer and grin,you left me standing herewondering aboutthe meaning of sin as distant eyes dim..
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Compartment 114
Compartment 114
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You and I blew past the floorand out the door past Springtime,Slowing downaround that lane of commitment,Thinking each new daywould carry us throughYe..
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Sitting here
listening to meanings,
beyond words spoken
Wondering
how did I manage to miss
the pathway,
that led to happy ever after
Promis..
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Tell me again of your love and devotionyou promised me forever,and to never let goHaven't we learned anythingafter all these dried tears?How do those ..
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How long must I stand herebehind family and friends?Will this flame remain constantor last long enough,To signal my directionback to the beginning,bef..
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it matters not the source or inspirationor even where the road will leadaswe will all lay down togetherone dayin fields of green under granite stonesb..
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