Sunday, October 01, 2006

Hope

The night not dark enough
The ice not cold enough
I am dead but it still beats
Hoping that you might come
and steal me away.

I know everything seems ambiguous
and sometimes I feel like screaming
but you and your gentleness gives me peace
And despite the uncertainty of what lies ahead
I shall stay safe in your arms until then.

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