There's nothing left to say
The dialogue was all my own
You never told me what you felt
And my wild protestations of undying love
Don't survive in the cold light of day
©cih07, 28.09.07
starcline - less a blog, more a derailed train of thought
About Me
- clinestar
- Part time poet, full time librarian, student of the delights of milk chocolate. Likes books, milk, paddling, poetry, scribbling, chocolate, notebooks, sea, piers. Not necessarily in that order. All work copyright cih.