Wait
Late every night, the colours fade from the sky
and the music is gone from the moon.
Standing in line, for what used to be mine;
what good is the rhyme with no tune.
posted by Jammy at 11:58 pm
Thursday, July 24, 2008
Late every night, the colours fade from the sky
and the music is gone from the moon.
Standing in line, for what used to be mine;
what good is the rhyme with no tune.
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3 Comments:
I drink good coffee every morning
Comes from a place that's far away
And when I'm done I feel like talking
Without you here there is less to say
never figured you for a coffee drinker :)
i suppose tea would have been more accurate :)
but coffee or tea, the sentiment remains the same.
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