Saturday, September 11, 2010

Far Away Boy

I spent my life building this road to find love

Foundations built, destroyed




Blasting holes in mountains for tunnels as big as the hole in my heart

Dying to live

Fighting to survive


My love I did lose again


She lays in my arms in dreams and touch

Her hair and her lips I did touch

But now its replaced with the faint smell that is to bee my pillow


I walk down my road, feet tired and worn

Dragging tumble weeds that have more life than me

Not even a photograph I can see


As such would replace the memory of thee

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