The Saint Symphonic Streets

Where are we now ?

Friday, July 27, 2007

5 days

I lost the words

The tingle in everything you heard

I lost the letters

That made whispering to you that much better

Words that touch your heart
Every sigh and breathe

In life till death

Neither shalt do us apart my love

If I'm silent and lost

If I'm scrambling in fiction
Scrambling for diction

Looking for answers
while bandaging blisters

I'll still be your mister

This morning
And the morning after

With or without an answer


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