Monday August 28, 2006

Maybe tomorrow I will do nothing.
        I will come home and sit.
                Sit and do nothing.
Maybe tomorrow…


When you laugh you’ll feel my breath there, filling up your lungs.
And when you cry, those aren’t your tears, but I’m there falling down your cheek.
And when you say you love him, taste me, I’m like poison on your tongue.

But when your tired, if your quiet, you’ll hear me singing you to sleep.

6 thoughts on “Monday August 28, 2006

  1. tranquilwater

    *sigh*! Ditto, again.

    And I saw your comment on mum’s site, his new CD is better, I think, but the old one has a completely different feel to it. More “Wednesday night prayer meeting” tone, I would say.


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