I do hate your blank face
of meaningless white words...
Confusing chemistry, ironic similarities...
What is all this...
Dreams.
I'll dream tonight...
Fireflies and sapphire eyes
And a fog encircled moon...
You are my angel,
living up high in the clouds...
What if there is no news,
to tell us what to do...
You are the ghost,
That feverishly haunts my every thought...
I wonder about the lovers
that never were...
Sing to me of heartache,
of sorrow...
Sort my files
Empty my recycle bin...
Take this flower as a gift
a friend to you...
Your pointed words
Slowly tear...