Friday, October 14, 2005

Unspokenfor

Let the leaves fall, and brush,
all the words into the sea,
for I know, I know,
he'll never give to me.

So lets be quiet, and hush,
these feelings all away,
for I know, I know,
death's for but a day.

Then let me sail, and rush,
like waves into the shore,
for I know, I know,
really nothing anymore.

2005© HrJ

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