it's the ones who didn't look back
to catch a final glance as you
walked away, before you said
goodbye
that always left you wondering why
he said at least I know I meant somthing
to you
and I'm glad I soothe your ego quite so well
if I can leave with one thing only
I'll take my dignity
and you can go to hell
it's the kiss that leaves you wishing
you could change the world
and everything
until you strip it bare
from mystery, and all that's left
is thinking that this time
he doesn't care
sarika
< --2006-02-27 at 2:51 a.m.-- >
while at night we watch the far flung skies retrace their brittle path, while we stare, from windows upon distant shores the broken open fearless future doors. they find that, countless though the bright lights bend, through cracks in walls and the aging mirror's end; a fact, in tact truthfully a question, posed, liked death is written at the start while life is written by its part, and parting, the part it plays is just the heart. our every heart, our very end.
adam
< --2006-02-24 at 10:59 p.m.-- >