Advice For J.
May 13, 2013 § Leave a comment
I’ll be old, and fragile, and gone
Under the silence not there anymore
But let sadness not water our time
Absence is not particularly a crime.
Use the mornings for matters of heart
Evenings, take the road and try an art
The mirrors we choose would never lie
If only we’d look in with our inner eye.
“I love you”, “I love you”, “I love you”
Forget the advantages of a world without love
They don’t last, they don’t last, they don’t last.