Monday, November 26, 2007

Beauty is in it's blemishes

I couldn't have done it alone
I needed fresh eyes and a smooth tongue
My pallet was dry as my body was in a hot sweat
my breath it wept and sighed in your presence
I lied i said, and I'd do it again!
If only you could teach me how to move.
The sun was setting as all the trees slept.
The world it gets silent for a couple of seconds.
We hear it and take a deep breath as we drift.
And never look back again.

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