Shadows on my weary head.
Dreams are gone,
Long since dead.
Nighttime brings the the shadow stronger,
an empty bed,
an unfed hunger.
Ten months time has come and gone.
But dreams of you still come along.
Sep 5, 2010
Sep 5, 2010 at 9:26 PM UTC
Shadows on my weary head.
Dreams are gone,
Long since dead.
Nighttime brings the the shadow stronger,
an empty bed,
an unfed hunger.
Ten months time has come and gone.
But dreams of you still come along.
Copyright:MichaelJGenovese
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