I bend
as the curtain is drawn
and my day closes its heart
voices in my head speak of you
letting me touch your fragile dreams
and the image of you pulls me a part
so I let my heart go cold
and when we speak
I keep my mind from wondering
but still I see your blue eyes
and I bend with the echo of love
Poetry by kath
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Written on 2006-12-26 at 09:34
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