Tuesday, November 22, 2005

The Days

i sit in the morning air, and i dream of your face
revolving in my head, a slideshow of your pictures
and as i sit here, in the black light,
hoping that life will come back.

the cold can't touch me
and i burn where i stand, your smile
and your eyes bring me back,
in these moments i just want to leave it all.

i have you in my thoughts, as i pace around,
this tedium that breaks my mind,
as i work to get away
and just to be by your side.

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