because even in the silence I never ceased to hear you sing
I still look for you in my dreams you know
when we meet there sometimes, you are the same friend
I guess I never really allowed myself to know.
Now winters coat is losing her feathers, as we don't speak.
And when the loneliness comes I'm glad she's finally here
I had to sit down and cry after reading this.
ReplyDeleteI hope it was the kind of cry that makes you feel better for having had it. ~ xo
ReplyDeleteA good cry is always refreshing;~)
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