The Bittersweet
Silence can be so loud.
Bittersweet things come to stay.
In your eyes-everything honestly.
Can't stop it; I've tried.
Is it over yet?
What I want isn't mine.
Bird in the hands; set me free.
Drifting shadow over me
Brings me from sunshine to rain.
And we start all over...again.
- Copyright, 2003
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