Array ( [sid] => 3146 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Your Window of Tears [time] => 2002-09-01 08:30:26 [hometext] => For my mother, who lives with me, but has been gone for years... [bodytext] => Sullied are the hands that held you
Forgotten are words you once stole
From the lips of passers by who
Would gladly envelope you whole.

Roses are for graves now although
Your heaving heart beats on
Loves so much more than a stone throw
Away, for they’ve all gone.

I watch the daylight fade fast
Through reflections, full of tears
And as I turn and face you I
Realise you’ve been gone for years.
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Your Window of Tears
Date: Sunday, 1st September 2002 @ 08:30:26 AM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: phildel
Sullied are the hands that held you
Forgotten are words you once stole
From the lips of passers by who
Would gladly envelope you whole.

Roses are for graves now although
Your heaving heart beats on
Loves so much more than a stone throw
Away, for they’ve all gone.

I watch the daylight fade fast
Through reflections, full of tears
And as I turn and face you I
Realise you’ve been gone for years.


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