Sunday, October 07, 2007

A song a day 11

She says, "Wake up, it's no use pretending..."

I'll keep stealing ... breathing her.
Birds are leaving over autumn's ending

One of us will die inside these arms
Eyes wide open, naked as we came
One will spread our ashes 'round the yard

She says "If I leave before you, darling. Don't you waste me in the ground."
I lay smiling like our sleeping children

One of us will die inside these arms

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