In the bitter cold
of dead flowers
and cyanide
there you reside
without warmth
without compassion
there you reside
a stone
you can't
comfort me now
you weren't so
good, either
you weren't
so good
15 years on Monday
15 years on Monday
'In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer' - Albert Camus
Re: 15 years on Monday
And I'll go on writing
Till 11pm
Alone
and in love with you
forevermore.
Till 11pm
Alone
and in love with you
forevermore.
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Jimmy O'Connell
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Re: 15 years on Monday
Boss.... Is this, then, the complete poem???:
In the bitter cold
of dead flowers
and cyanide
there you reside
without warmth
without compassion
there you reside
a stone
you can't
comfort me now
you weren't so
good, either
you weren't
so good
And I'll go on writing
Till 11pm
Alone
and in love with you
forevermore.
In the bitter cold
of dead flowers
and cyanide
there you reside
without warmth
without compassion
there you reside
a stone
you can't
comfort me now
you weren't so
good, either
you weren't
so good
And I'll go on writing
Till 11pm
Alone
and in love with you
forevermore.
Oh bless the continuous stutter
of the word being made into flesh
-The Window-
of the word being made into flesh
-The Window-
Re: 15 years on Monday
I never thought of it
but, it can be Jimmy, it can be
but, it can be Jimmy, it can be
'In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer' - Albert Camus