Thursday 4 March 2010

your poem II


there are no more words left
except to speak with you
no more time left
except to be with you
the world shrunk
and all i can see
are you and i
standing tall
on a small patch of land
holding hands

the sun is burning bright
on the horizon
and i cannot say
if it is sunset or sunrise
it doesn't matter so much
anymore
because the only space left
is next to you

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