Sunday, 26 February 2012

Whispers. A poem for Oisin.

As you whisper my name,
The song that I hear echoes throughout my soul and I realise,
Realise that without you I would be lost.
The darkness would finally take me.
Without even knowing,
You stole every piece of my heart,
Twisted and shaped it around your own.

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