• 24 Dec 2008 /  For Asia, Poetry, Tetrameter

    I want to hear the songs you hear
    As if the music was the same
    I want to feel each time you fear
    As if the fear had called my name

    I want to be inside your eyes
    To see the darkness when they close
    And when your breath is only sighs
    To be the warmth that comes and goes

    Posted by Scott @ 8:06 pm

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