Speak Each

When this
comes true
I owe
this too
though you
brought me
here now
I look
back on
plain sounds
I made
You made
how do
we outlast
them how
do they
still remain

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Somewhere in the sweet sky I can find you Somewhere your silver voice can sing to me only again Your piano hands can find a melody as kind as the light in your young gray eyes
Read more