Tuesday, September 05, 2006

october 6th, 2006

Walking with my eyes looking around
And watching for the rain to fall
You’re the way I couldn’t.

Like a heart
Sick with love
You are the ways I will always.

When you fall for her like a stone in water
You can see a hand that reaches for perfection
In the reciprocation of your other.

‘Oh, not another Sunday waking without you by my me.
I was going to get up, when I rolled to your side of the bed
And saw the sun hitting your picture.

I have fallen
Please come to me
I will be waiting patiently.