Let The Pula Come (DirtyBirdman) Memories of her lay besides me/ And stir up feelings that have been stacked away/ When I talk they talk back/ only in dreams/ Her mind, soul and body are elsewhere time lets here be/ Labored effort will never be enough/ If time is not in our hands/ because This time will never be next time or the last time/ I recall emotions she could restrain and be.../ while I was not in control/ I could hear here soft spoken voice reassuring me/
Posted on: Wed, 10 Jul 2013 15:34:21 +0000
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