The song that they play,
turns the soul an overcast grey
How to mend my broken heart
So long ago an abandoned art.
I desperately need to let you go
How to do so, I do not know.
I think of you and send a wish
Blowing you an overseas kiss,
Another time, another place,
Perhaps again I'll see your face.
Thursday, March 16, 2006
Poem
Posted by Krystin Clark at 1:28 PM
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