Saturday, October 23, 2010

Parting Words To A Dying Night

And I made you some promises, didn’t I?
And we’ve cut some good days, some bad
Because somewhere I let your voice get the better of me
And now we’re getting to the end of it all.

And I made you my world, didn’t I?
Poetic bluff on a Sunday morning
Because someday we’ll be bigger than right now
And maybe we’ll meet again.

1 comment:

pure said...

love the picture, S

and those words are true