Entry: At the Stars Wednesday, May 03, 2006



I have a secret to tell

will I live another day,

to say that love betrays

or see hope prevail.

Your touch is a thousand sensations,

soft like a baby's kiss

hopeful...innocent...yearning.

You are as lost as I am

both staying affloat, remaining adrift

Pull me out from inside

hold me close...

I will hold you close.

 

 

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