10 de jan. de 2010

golden storm

hey, that's no way to say goodbye.
our steps will always rhyme
you know my love goes with you as your love stays with me
it's just the way it changes,
like the shoreline and the sea,
but let's not talk of love or chains and things we can't untie,
i loved you in the morning, our kisses deep and warm,
your hair upon the pillow
like a sleepy golden storm

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