looking at my stained mirror..

This blog will be more on stories and poetry made by my own imagination. Some may be based from my own experiences while some may be excerpts from other short stories and literature. Some of the following entries I made were not published according to the date they were written. Looking through a stained mirror, you will see a glimpse of me..

Friday, November 2, 2007

Was that your voice calling my name?
'Cause I've been dying to hear it tonight
Wrap me in warm blankets again
and hug me so tight.
'Cause tonight I woke up with the sound of your voice
It revived every inch of me
You are the water on my veins
You quenched my thirsty soul.
Was that your lullabies I'm hearing?
'Cause I've been dying to hear you sing again
Caressed me with your warm touch
Stay by my side..

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