While the words in the book remain the same, your perception of them will not. For these words are the words of a poet's heart, and a poets heart drifts with the shadows of the clouds.
Friday, April 18, 2008
Two hearts beat as one.
Though you're no longer close enough to hear it.
Two gazes see one moon.
Farther apart than ever, but closer than before.
One tears falls from my cheek.
'Cause you are no longer close enough to catch it.
2 comments:
i like that, it's very sweet.
lol. thanks, i wrote the one about harold myself. i have no idea where it came from...i just think about those kinds of things.
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