Heavy are my eyes, heavy and sleepy
There's blood I've known and
of my own mistakes and falling
The prize I envy
but without which I'm still trying
To break the peek of another day
The moon arc does not wait
and acting likewise love will say,
"Thought of me only once to remember me always".
Tuesday, September 20, 2011
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment