Sunday, April 26, 2009

Standing Outside On a Cold Day

Putting windows on the scars
Memories
Free to float away
Down the stream
Passing me a winter coat
For the wind
I never understood the cold
Underneath my skin

I called you out
You never came
You left your name
Forgotten in the snow

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