As It Seems
pieces of me were always on paper
Monday, June 6, 2011
You Dreamed About Me
I'm undone inside a quiet prayer
Like waves unfolding on the shoreline
I'm unsaid like words forgiven,
And then given to the wind;
Now I wake a world in dreams,
Tossing and turning, coming apart at the seams
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