and before this all goes away
before you go away
know
that you were my beacon
you were my island
you were my door
you were my light
you were my window
you were my key
you were my paper
you were my mouth
you were my hands
you were my sign
you were my hope
Thursday, July 8, 2010
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Love it.
Heavy. I like it.
Pearl
good to see you today...
interesting write that could be interpreted a couple different ways...depending on who your beacon is...
how r u?
no words...
That's great. It would make a nice gravestone inscription too.
Killer. If I was your hands, I hope I didn't touch anything nasty.
i missed this place ^_^
Beautiful. Cheers Just!!
Hey Justy boy!
Liked this...very thought provoking.
=]
Nice to see you~
lovely!
welcome back!
sad, but beautiful.
I love this. Don't go away :(
Peace ~ Rene
Beautiful and sad... It would be difficult to lose someone who is all that you have described here.
This one made me cry ...
Wearing despair on your sleeve-- very intense! I apologize for not returning your visit sooner, but I am just back online.
http://mairmusic.wordpress.com/
beautiful!
sorry i'm late on the scene.
This makes me a bit sad. At the same time, everyone deserves to have one beacon like that in their lives, even it the beacon is lost or fades away. Glad to see you again. Hope you are well. - G
http://itistimetothinkformyself.blogspot.com/2010/07/pick-one-or-two-to-share-follow-rule-no.html
hope that you enjoy one or two awards there.
Happy End of July!
cheers!
;)
Very powerful, I can feel the loss
You were my paper..le sigh*
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