Dear Diary
Me and my random musings
Sunday, January 30, 2005
Wednesday, January 19, 2005
Chronicles
Every once in a while I tend to take stock of my life, relationships etc. Its always interesting to note those who have made an impact wonder if there is a trend
First love?:
young and unprepared
Unspoken:
unsure or unwilling?
Lonesome:
needed a friend
Lover:
simple and uncomplicated
Runaway:
sad and fragile
Sleepover:
were we friends
Hurt:
my first lesson
Dark:
such sad eyes
Player:
repsect her game
Confused:
such a waste
Shall we dance?
I like this song
So do you
I can tell, you can’t help but sway
I catch your eye
You like me
Its in your eyes, you don’t have to say
You light the room
All else pales
I am drawn in, hopelessly to your way
I stop before you
A whisper away
We don’t have long , another song might play
Unspoken
Talk to me
What is it that is left unsaid?
Why can’t we speak of it?
What are we afraid of?
I sense it
The gulf between us
You are not going to cross
And now I fear I cannot
I held you
Felt your warmth on my skin
Watched you sleep in my arms
Morning comes to soon
I have you
Only for a moment
Life is made of these
How many without you
Time passes
What could have been
Never was
What we were is gone?