Tuesday, May 14, 2013

Me, You, Entwine

Your words sound out to me,
They tell of things no one should see.
Your heart is bruised as it never should be!
You say, Sorry...

Talking helps you get thru,
So please talk to me, I tell you.
I know we belong together we two;
My heart needs you!

You're quiet but still mine;
I feel your smile through the phone line.
O'er time I've felt your heart and mine, entwine.
Don't need a sign.

~ Anon ~

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