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Tuesday, August 23rd, 2005
Closed Doors
Shadows twist within your eyes
And padded feet tiptoe across your forehead
Like honey spun gold dipped in ice
I watch as the day unfolds
A new sky bringing fruit
And there I wait
A rainbow coloured sponge
Colours me with wet as I walk around the room
And I am white with anxiety
Two days and four nights
Leave me trembling at my bedside, hands folded
And the doors close behind me.
Posted By mookster @ 4:39 PM | Comments: 4 |
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Sunday, July 10th, 2005
Thankyou
Thankyou for everything
And for nothing
Thankyou for hating
And for loving
Thankyou for affection
And all the emotion
Thankyou for being near
When all seemed broken
Thankyou for the good times
And for the bad
Thankyou for the smiles
Whenever I was sad
Thankyou for quiet
And loud times too
Thankyou for being there
When I was blue
Thankyou for holding me
And giving me space
Thankyou for being you
And your sweet loving face.
Posted By mookster @ 7:17 PM | Comments: 5 |
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