Friday, May 26, 2006
holding my last breath
i breath a word into your ear
you was there, you wasn't there
for you soul's wondering somewhere
winter is a world of fragile
come look for me
i'll be at the hollow tree
waiting, praying, hoping of your return
when we finally return
what will become of us
just fragile objects floating
waiting to be crushed?
or strong bond where no one can break?
the unpredictable of this world bores me
it wreaks, kills, shock me
if i try will it be different
if i believe how will it be
all is but an illusion
waiting to be broken
wionders sprouting everywhere
waiting to be forgotten
7:47 PM