Storm Clouds Gather Overhead.
Instead of Jens Thursday Thirteen, I thought I would post this:
Hand in hand we walk apart
Lost lovers in lost direction
Cold ice walls surround our heart
No sign of any affection
The truth is never talked
With no maps our words to guide
Our hearts remain firmly locked
To the future our past cannot hide
With no solution in future sight
My soul breathes a resigned sigh
No gentle caress for us tonight
Just another silent salted cry
Hand in hand we walk apart
Lost lovers in lost direction
Cold ice walls surround our heart
No sign of any affection
The truth is never talked
With no maps our words to guide
Our hearts remain firmly locked
To the future our past cannot hide
With no solution in future sight
My soul breathes a resigned sigh
No gentle caress for us tonight
Just another silent salted cry
posted by Sans Pantaloons at 4:05 PM
7 Comments:
so sad Sans!
That would be great set to music. It would be beautiful.
I agree with Zed.
You're an artist, a poet, and a great guy.
Mel, It's OK. It was sad at the time.
Zed, what tune do you have in mind?
Mr. Fabulous, Thank you.
Amy, do you have a tune in mind?
Dick, Thank you.
I like it!
Sans-- that's sad!
Are you pining for Jen?
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