Lost
looking through the trees
lying on these cold leaves
watching myself fall apart
feeling my dying heart
Come dressed in coats
to wrangle away the wind,
Say bye to the folks
A letter, you'll send
when everything is right
under these limbs tonight
tell them all is fine
this is the right time
Bring along some well worn jeans
and a few bundles of wood
Hang dearly onto me until it seems
We've done all that we could
singing in this foggy dawn
like we waited far too long
to hear the mourning dove
in mid-May's fleeting love
Stood so long on those feet
Mind is sad, tears came soon
You never found your seat
In my windowless room
Poetry by Morpheus
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Written on 2008-05-12 at 04:43
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