One of my many poems written after my heart was broken
My heart from now is a private road
No thoroughfare
No heavy load
No slow traffic
No graphic details
Cold or collision
No more stories to make me end
I'll always love you, still you are mine
Why do you have to take so much time calling me?
I just wanted it to be easy like
Sunday morning
Snow falls in silence and covers the green
Still you can see where the birds have been
Hungry but alive and free
Waiting
2006-12-07
23:42:46
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