Sometimes
by joanie
Posted: 05 July 2004 Word Count: 50 |
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Sometimes
my hand stretched out across
the miles can calm your troubled heart.
Sometimes
I touch your hair, your face,
and feel your warmth on empty hands.
Sometimes
engulfed in loneliness
I close my eyes and there you are.
Sometimes
reality kicks in -
I just sit quietly and weep.
my hand stretched out across
the miles can calm your troubled heart.
Sometimes
I touch your hair, your face,
and feel your warmth on empty hands.
Sometimes
engulfed in loneliness
I close my eyes and there you are.
Sometimes
reality kicks in -
I just sit quietly and weep.
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