Monday, June 23, 2008


Slow Turning Seasons

It’s a slow turn
And I’m bringing up the rear for you

Getting dark out
But there are no more surprises now

Crossed my fingers
You still thought love was like a wild rose

Thrust out your hand
Yanked it up by the roots and then cried

Please don’t change dear!
A cry, your vow never to love me

There’s where ‘we’ died
Never could truly see in the dark




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