These will never be the last lines I write for you
Because I have never had you
Never tasted you
Never known your salty, never known your sweet
Because you elude me
And I am not worth you
Yet these are not the last lines I write for you
And this is not the last tango I dance with you
So listen!
Because Hope has sang her song in me
I stand still as her lullaby sways in me
As empty swallows the heart in me.
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Friday, October 19, 2012
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