www.whyville.net Jan 10, 2010 Weekly Issue



ImForLove
Whyville Poet

Winter

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The words will not come out of my mouth these days
and it's hard to hear you say them
when I just can't parrot play.

And I've never felt so locked up in a place so wide and free.
I've got this crazy notion now -
there's just no way to leave.

You will love me 'til I'm in the ground
but winter's come and things are heading south.

And the feelings that were once there are now lost inside a sea
that boils and sinks each battered ship
that made up you and me.

'Cause off the west side of this town, where things love to begin
we settled when we thought we'd fought
to find a heart that syncs.

And we go on like nothing's ever wrong,
but in the final moments no one's strong.

We go on like nothing's ever wrong,
but in the final moments no one's strong.

 

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