2015-01-22 03:54
If you've ever woken up...
I hang up the phone,
knowing what is to come...
Sooner or later I'll lose you,
You say to me, it will never end...
Your Feelings
I cant see and understand how you are the way you...
Melodies parade against
the morning dew...
I will never forget
when December was my favorite month...
This story is a part of us,
For months its been the same...
Ask what is mine.
All that is mine...
On one November day,
when the furnace lacked...
I'm not a poet,
I'm not a melody...
We were only four yet there were
places for six-but it never seemed empty...
Sitting on the beach staring at my hands,
Your picture smiling at me from the sand...