Saturday, October 19, 2013

someone like you

it can’t be helped that
one day,
i’d be singing a song for you
a song i wish i sung to you
words were the first
tiny drops that had
encased the depths of
my soul
words were the strings
that that tied me on a balloon
watched myself soar
words were the music
that kept playing on
with my thoughts
it can’t be helped that
one day,
i’d be singing a song for you
a song i wish i sung to you

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