Bits of crumpled paper and shards of glass,
Drops of ink dry, minutes on the hour pass.
Open letters from my heart to yours
Lost looks and touches, affection cures.
Books on shelves and coffee in my cup,
Pens for writing wait, eyes for inspiration look up.
Empty notes on deaf ears fall,
This world was for the two of us, for us all
Lonely streets, left alone roads,
Open eyes, communicating with codes
Storms are brewing deep inside,
Tears are falling, no where to hide.
Snow and cold, wait and pray
The sun will come now, any day, anyday....
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
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