Friday, February 14, 2014

For the boy who became my strength without uttering a word.

There's a man waiting on me, the radiance upon my gloom he seems
with some pages to read, some stories to portray,
there in the corner, unattended, he needs me
and the wind,
aisle to the recesses of his heart
take me there,
before my love shapes me again.




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  1. YuviFebruary 16, 2014 at 10:40 PM

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  2. As Is As AlwaysJune 14, 2015 at 9:28 AM

    You are the woman that I was waiting for,
    toned with obligations why are you here for?
    I lost my sight, no sound I speak.
    There are no corners for me as I can't see.
    Well feelings are gone no wind I need.
    Aisle to mortuary, coffin slides me.
    You won't mean the feeling you feel,
    Till you cease my heart last beat.

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