all telling
the boss is gone
and the tables are free for dancing
a chance never taken never lost
so I steer up to you
for your lovely smile
and the sadness in you
waiting by the river of uncut diamonds
are days we never found
and the ones we spent in shadows
I let my hands wisper words
tellling you I do love you - sort of
and I hide in a background of unsorted verses
but soon the chance is gone
and we are back on the old scene
so take my hand it holds a million stories
all telling you of the beauty in you
Poetry by kath
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Written on 2007-01-31 at 11:14
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