I knew it's not me,
What your heart's in store
For you dream of someone else-
His hand, holding yours
When your soul's exhausted
Your tears running dry
You may rest in my presence,
Keep you through the night
I'll sing in the language of love
As you fell asleep
Hear within my chest;
A love that was buried deep.
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Unsung Serenades
Poetry"May these words come to life and find their way home- May they find their way to you." Highest Rank: #6 in Poetry In September of 1997, a shivering kiss from the rain's breeze awakened John's soul to write. Words are drawn out in the abyss of truth...
