telling me
looking for you
in the break of day
listening in the buzz of the city
touching memories undone
becoming lost in pieces
telling me the garden needs a shed
housing the remains
left and scratched
by a love untouched
and still you search
keeping me lost
in a word not spoken
so I step back
hopping over the rivers
those taking hurt for a ride
I strole the back and forth
and you a shadow in comming
keeping track of my mind
holding me prisoner
promising nothing
and still you keep comming back
and the day is such a coulorless place
Poetry by kath
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Written on 2007-02-20 at 07:40
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