Tell me

talk to me
with that sweet
little voice of yours
and bring another day
out of the shadows
tell me stories
of how i
never
had you
surrender
totally to my
words of courage
becaus it never left
a single piece of hope
within a peaceless
sorrowed man
stumbling
to find
a greater
meaning of
why i never had
and why i never did
tell my spirit, inside i know
that the day will come
when i regret the
hopeless way
i recieved
knowledge of
my love..



Poetry by Cr4Ky
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Written on 2006-09-03 at 00:31

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keith nunes
love and the feeling it conjures are scary. the whole subject makes me shiver
2006-09-03