Thursday, June 3, 2010

Love souvenir

I'm listening as she speaks her language. She may have a lisp or those words may just need that much tongue. I like these books. He pulls her hair back and whispers something in her ear. You can't hear it but I know it gave her goosebumps. Fifty five years is all she has. They come and go and you latch to those you wish to keep. This is living and nothing more.

Give me your smile. Close your eyes. Don't say a word. Give me your smile. Beyond words we rest, so leave the best unsaid. Those are from a song and i've never heard it before but these words are amazing.

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