Friday, December 18, 2009

She Cries Like a Turning Wheel

Turning songs in the night, she quietly
places her love on my doorstep

Disappearing like magic
A memory
Well into the next morning

Oh yes
Her love is carved into me

If she to kiss the moon
To need my mouth in a gape

All she has to say
It is left in my heart

She has left her love on my doorstep
With a letter signed "To the one I love the most"


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