a slow train ride
bare trees sway in the wind
an ache awaits
'her stone countenance'
my eye falls on anything
sees nothing
a fear of illness
uncomfortable
everything is just so
tomorrow I will hear of you
but never see you
you are gone
silence
no tomorrow
just an endless rainy day
a few ferish notes of guitar
dwindling
I'd like to hear your voice
soft
on the telephone
what would I say?
I miss you
I don't know you
quiet, quiet now
a kiss
bare trees sway in the wind
an ache awaits
'her stone countenance'
my eye falls on anything
sees nothing
a fear of illness
uncomfortable
everything is just so
tomorrow I will hear of you
but never see you
you are gone
silence
no tomorrow
just an endless rainy day
a few ferish notes of guitar
dwindling
I'd like to hear your voice
soft
on the telephone
what would I say?
I miss you
I don't know you
quiet, quiet now
a kiss
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dead of winter.
dead is an operative word. but operating on what..
it's not a strong song sung on those days. whispered by the life and its livers passing by.
Juniper
Come play with me
Juniper
Hop and play in your Juniper way
And let's forget the sadness
Juniper
Juniper
What's the matter
Little Juniper
Take your mind off these miserable times
Let's play the game of secrets
I don't want to be here
I don't want to play anymore
I don't want to be here
I don't want to be here
I don't even care anymore
I don't want to be here
I don't want to live
Alone
Juniper
Juniper
It's okay sweet little
Juniper
We can play some other Juniper day
When you feel a little better
Juniper
I love you little Juniper