Life as We Know it
Wednesday, September 2, 2015
Whisping in the Wind
Can you hear me in the night?
Wide awake we lay.
The words escape my blood stained lips,
To find another way...
To tell you what you mean to me,
And why I've gone astray.
But words are merely whispers whisped up by the wind's forté.
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