Friday, October 16, 2015

Words







All my verse and all my song,
Was given you, and yet you're gone,
Taken away, silence between,
The words that play, and the words that mean.

Medicine


I reached for my cures, my medicine had gone,
Left with a woman who turned them to song.
I wrote down the words, they didn't make sense,
Thought they might hurt, but know what they meant.

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