I stole your seat,
you called me "Uncomfortable...
Years ago....
Words would traffic jam within...
I want soft candlelight and deep conversations;
Paired with warm blankets as soft as our laughter...
Yes, I still hear your voice
echoing in those former alleyways...
The sun begins to bow
As the candlelight vigil begins...
somewhere deep under
there’s a poet in me...
There's a place in my heart that no-one can find
It's a place deep inside known only to mind...
Lonely nights & shattered dreams
Shadows of what could have been...
I think we started off fine
Like fire, burning bright...