Thursday, September 28, 2006

Cure

The words are forming in my head
And soon we are to say goodbye
The part I loathe, the sound I dread
Is when I have to mask my sigh

The night breathes doubt, I feel life sour
Damned restless thoughts keep me awake!
Tears come and go through lonely hours
Fear slithers past my hidden gate -

A smile plays upon his face
The feeling bathes me in sweet bliss
His loving arms around my waist
Conceal his leaving with a kiss


A sound much softer, ripe and pure
My lover’s laughter is the cure

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