Thursday, 7 November 2013


Moving forward
stepping back
do not want to
fall between the cracks
Hands over eyes
afraid to see
where you are now
you could be me
Like a fairy tale
life is just handed over
wanting to find
that four leaf clover
A bed of roses is not where you are
a time gone by to fast
wishing i could unwind
the past
Wonders of what
wonders of who you
could of
Rivers that run fast
a lonely tear
A heart that hangs heavy
in each cavity of our souls
the memories of yesterday
are the stories that are told
Distance is something we all take for granted
no stairs to meet you
no way to touch your hand
a place to go and speak to you
we lay thoughts and tears
instead of flowers sprayed

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