Jigsaw Falling Into Place
Words are blunt instruments
03 June, 2010
One More Cup Of Coffee
Your breath is sweet
Your eyes are like two jewels in the sky
Your back is straight, your hair is smooth
On the pillow where you lie
But I don't sense affection
No gratitude or love
Your loyalty is not to me
But to the stars above
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