quinta-feira, 12 de junho de 2014

my love


if I one day should live you
it would be
just not to see you 
worry
bother 
or cry so much
over my footsteps
my eternal 
fears
marked in dry clay
all over the way.
will there ever be
rain, growth or tears
able to wash it all away?

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