Is there more left to be said
thin lines, treacherous paths to be tread
more dances to dance
things that happen per chance
an end, is there any
beginnings...but many
I would write you a song
even sing it... knowing we hadnt long
Is there a clear way out...
why why why so much doubt
what is this love, what?
give it a name, a slot...
a tiny bit in each others jigsaw...
oh but how i adore this piece
no more rhymes... just a rhythm.
(this is not my original .... strictly with the permission of the writer)
2 comments:
thank gawd !!
i wldnt have belived u if u told me ki u wrote it anyway .. its too gud fr u an all ...
luvely poem whoeva is the author !!
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