I wish I had more to say, but my <br />words always seem to betray my <br />thoughts. It always starts with a <br />kiss and ends with the door <br /> closing in my face. Picking <br />withered flowers with an <br />unsteady hand into deeper sorrow <br />I descend. Making no sense of <br />my many dreams the voices in <br />my head collectively agree to no <br />longer sing.<br /><br />David Blake<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/more-than-words-5/
