Monday, March 29, 2010
A million whispers in my ear and none of them your voice. A thousaneds flowers in a room, none of them my choice. A million cries of ecstacy, sometimes single, sometimes in pairs. A thousand times I've reached for you, grasping only air. The day will come when you will be a memory, nothing more. Yet as of today I sit and wait patiently by the door
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ReplyDelete..as the rain falls and cleans the earth, so does your love bathe every open wound in my heart..
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