Wednesday, March 9, 2011

Wandering

Wandering slowly with nothing to do
that my dear is when I really think of you

It is when I am alone my thoughts are most pure
It is when I am alone that you are most dear
It means a lot to think of you 
I wonder if you think of me too? 

Do you sit in the cold of the night 
thinking of me without fright?
Is it me you call to wipe away your tears
And  is it me you call to throw away your deepest darkest fears? 


*****

You make laugh, you make me smile 
I hope this feeling lasts for a long while





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