speak of soft, by eleanor maslen Subscribe to rss feed for eleanor maslen

So many words fill this head
this beating heart this burning dread.

come with me, walk a while
sit by my side share my smile

Talk to me with lips of pure
touch my soul, your hand of pure

Sing for me, when i leave you still
when yours eyes are closed, at death you kneel. 

take the words i speak of soft
when i know now, its you i have lost. 
Posted: 2012-03-06 21:33:12 UTC

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2012-03-08 01:44:31lance
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