I wonder if you'd understand
the irony hanging in the air
- as we sit talking of inconsequential things -
of the fact that all my songs for you
played one by one in the background
of their own accord,
in their own fashion,
even though they mean nothing,
not ever,
not now
not to you
anyhow
Thursday, December 24, 2009
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3 comments:
I can't tell you how may times I read this.. love it!
Classic!! Superbly expressed!!
@sana....you're posting some good new work too my girl. keep at it!
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