Friday, January 31, 2014

Lighthouse in a Storm

Love flows through a stream that intercepts with hate.
I rest all my belongings cloth in robs
On a plan white sheet near the riverside
Waiting for the evening to turn a certain shades blue
I dream of the last spring rain and the way you held you umbrella
Leaving my heart frozen to the core with a soul that could light
The lighthouse in a storm...

Love a life more than life itself.
Lose a love more that death could disrepair

Love a life

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