Unspoken

by Stevo   Aug 28, 2008


Wake midnight watches us,as dawn approaches in haste.
Cold winds whistles afar, stabbing my back.
Moonlit conversations...
My arguments pursued, pleading this heart which
yearns for you.
Have i been naive? Was it a game?
Strangers we are, but a heartbeat away...
The only distance there is but 2 steps between.
When this hour late is over both bid farewell...
Dawn is here, every second i tastes as it slowly slips.
I tried to reach your hand but quickly you turn away.
Cant you hear?
Please stay...

'Unspoken words...
'We are substitute people, good only for the moment.

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