The Quiet Hours

by Tabzitha   Jan 28, 2008


I cant hold on
to this song
the words just slip on past
what i would give
just to live
and make this sweet song last

all the world
becomes unfurled
as i love with no regret
you and i
will never die
as long as we dont forget

the quiet hours
become all ours
as we make it through each day
we will love
and dream of
the memories made along the way

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  • 16 years ago

    by Biya

    Awwwwwwwwww! What a lovely poem ..I really agree what ever you have said in this poem ! Keep creating
    Biya