My Words
There are words,
murmured in darkness,
that bleeds,
during the day.
murmured in darkness,
that bleeds,
during the day.
There are words,
yelled down streets,
that live,
with each young breath.
yelled down streets,
that live,
with each young breath.
There are words,
sung with you,
throughout the years,
that make us real.
sung with you,
throughout the years,
that make us real.
There are words,
said by me,
that die,
with each passing year.
said by me,
that die,
with each passing year.
My words to you, my dear.
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