Monday, November 21, 2005

In Rest

somtimes, i would give the world
to be with you, and trading it all
be in your arms
to try and be 'ordinary'
and find that peculiar place of happiness

i try and rest
but the dreams never come
alone in this bed
awaiting you, staring into the ceiling

lost in thoughts
the day turns into a night
and again alone, i stray
thinking of you
i need to see you
hold you, and we will be whole.


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