GO AWAY

Go away
Stand a cradle of red wine
Outside my door
I'll pick it up when you are gone
Don't want to speak

I have done
To much talking to the ghosts
All trough the night
All day as well I hear
Their laughter and their roar
Please go away

And leave us to ourselves
There is a message here somewhere




Poetry by PapaFahr The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2007-06-17 at 14:47

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