Tuesday, September 29, 2009

No matter where your eyes see me
You're the place that remains.
Though others will hear my whispering words
It is you the silence in me that feels right and true.
Yes, my lips may rest upon other lips
And still the memory of you will come through
every confusing feeling.
I'll always look at you and hope you're never gone
Never another home but me.

Kate Polladsky.

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