Muted
Unspoken words are deafening and I am blind
Wading through your thoughts I am lost
Like a cresting wave I know we are close
Will we reach our island of thoughtful chatter?
Where weeks seem like minutes and we are lost in each other
Or will it be where minutes seem like weeks and we are simply
LOST
Copyright © Erik Herzig | Year Posted 2012
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