Postcard
I got a postcard just today,
It was sent from France,
Where heads your way?
When first I read it,
I simply broke down.
I sat there, crying,
I needed you around.
My life’s full of lies,
You’re one of them.
When I opened my eyes,
You were gone again.
Now I’m sitting here,
Thinking of life.
I’m holding balance
On destinies pipe.
Copyright © Mehis Parnamets | Year Posted 2005
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