I have a love whom I do not know
and when the wind blows we speak
sweet empty verses strung together
My hollow tree they seek
I do not send him kisses,
No songs are sung by birds
He does not hold me close to him
Ours is a liaison of words
His font is precarious
His emotions obscure
Soon it will fade away
Of that I can be sure
Dec 19, 2014
Dec 19, 2014 at 1:44 AM UTC
I have a love whom I do not know
and when the wind blows we speak
sweet empty verses strung together
My hollow tree they seek
I do not send him kisses,
No songs are sung by birds
He does not hold me close to him
Ours is a liaison of words
His font is precarious
His emotions obscure
Soon it will fade away
Of that I can be sure
