Tuesday, 26 April 2011

Meanderings...




Losing grasp of what's important,
Just wandering without thought,
Has left you sat, upset with me.
My breath keeps getting caught
As my mind wanders back to you.
Each second we're apart
It's growing clearer: you see distance
Whilst I see you in my heart.
A cliche of age-old sayings
Won't help to right this wrong,
But I hope that you'll forgive me
When you sit and read this song...

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