"There once was a girl with a curl in the middle of her forehead.
When she was good, she was very, very good
and when she was bad, she was horrid!"

Friday, November 19, 2010

The Whispering in my Soul

I talk to her though no one knows
She sees my every flaw
She's watched me since I was a child

He talks to me as I walk
We share our thoughts; our hearts
He's been with me before I could talk
Although I did not know his name

What think you
Do yo love me
And hate me aswell
Spending life together is a mixture of heaven and hell

From time to time I try to run
Escape her omnipresent gaze
I want to do life on my own

But then
The trees drip drops of melted snow
And the wind brings back her voice
I do not want to be alone
Come back my love, come back

So strong is his presence at times
So loud is her voice
So comforting his arms around me
The one who is me but not
Who rescues me in pain
And rejoices with me in times of joy

Who are you
Will I ever know
Perhaps it doesn't matter
As long as you keep listening, loving, and
whispering deep inside my soul. --NABK

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