Should it matter,
this old romantic heel?
Then again,
the illusion shattered magic fate is sealed
and knocked for the slightest,
blindest difference.
All together hear it better now,
savour the day over down deep.
Inside we're still alive,
'cause I took a shot at crashing
young full emotion.
It made the slightest difference
all better, all over, all together,
and I'm all over…
save the slightest difference together.
Let’s make it better and all over.
Monday, March 14, 2011
Poem-A-Day: Day 487
Save Me Darling
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