Do we see the empty canvas when we open up our mouths Or is it fate that steers the boat when the wind starts us heading south The last time I saw you was at the airport It was many years ago You were laughing, watching me wave Now everything moves a little slow. The hand goes up, you disappear We start the rest of our lives. You headed back to a life of your own The one where you were nobodys wife. - Hank Beukema from If Id Never Said I Loved You
Posted on: Mon, 03 Nov 2014 13:05:51 +0000