Tuesday, February 19, 2013

Once

she spoken once as it seem to bestow
a woman who became silver and gold
yet down to the earth more ways then one
love to be love and I only seen her
Once
I couldnt believe my words were empty frozen
couldnt accept not giving my all to her
I wasint a man only half I stand close to thee
dreaming of her fragance her sweet
bitter taste only I saw her once
but never erase a thingyfeeling
of her grace
you see woman are plenty and half are only
a chance i take but one will only fill the place
she was her but never I saw so
till this day her portrait is on my wall

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