gathered all around I reach out
cautiously to feel
is it day or night time
and is any of this real
I can hack a Monday morning
if the edges aren’t too sharp
I can stand to hear you playing
love songs on your harp
but life is brief and butterflies
may dance around my head
and all the words I had for you
have already been said
and honestly I cannot see
around each curve or bend
so I guess I’ll never know
when I have reached
The End

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  1. damommza

     /  May 28, 2012

    Kudos for the brilliant ending on this one! We are both in the same mood, ifinkso! 😀


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