I'll find my love, the words on my soul
When I find the thrill to ask.
Whether he laughs or answers back,
It'll be my finished task.
Once it's time, I will guess
Those words that he should speak.
Serves us right if he gets it wrong
But they'll silence me, so meek.
You see, I've forgotten those words,
So kindling, playing with my ember keys.
Until I forgot to lock my heart
And unleashed those dousing seas.
So much to say, yet at a loss for words.
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Thursday, May 21, 2009
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2 comments:
That's beautiful, Cathy!! I love it! :)
Thanks for reading, Amelia. I really appreciate it!! :]
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