Stories
the stories that I tell my head
to hold my love intact
I roam inside these fantasies
a starless sky shines back
as it all slips from my fingers
guardian angels silently sleep
and pieces of love erode away
leaving my heart to weep
words can't frame this room I'm in
all the photos overexposed
images blur and fade in my mind
leaving nothing left of you
Copyright © Jo Bien | Year Posted 2010
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