Friday, June 19, 2009
Put your heart where its worth
The face of time stares us on
But my hands are nothing if not in yours
Hesitate on careless whispers
Or linger on shallow lips
Brush me away
On a canvas of pretty colours
And tell the time
Stroke by stroke
Healing wounds and marching bands
Regrets
Our Love runs coldĀ
If not in our hands
tried to hunch; 2:36 AM