Tuesday, July 15, 2008

catch me

It is warm, this feeling i have
I don't know where it comes from
nor to whom it belongs to

my tears have secretly run dry
for i have them every moonlight

i am waiting in line, dear
standing still, mused
surrounded by fusses and deceptions
waiting, still

give me your hand, your hand
give me your shoulder, your touch
catch me, reach me
let me rest in your heart for a while



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