Monday, April 7, 2008


I walked by the edge
towards the melodies unheard
with passions buried
underneath my heart.
The silent morn
the darkest evening
I kept walking
through a lonely road.
The dreams of my life
the burning desire
the sorrow in my soul
I kept murmuring.
Friends gathered
bringing back memories.
The words unsaid
the dreams concealed.
This is more than love
and this is more than sorrow.
The reason that you held my hand.
Never figuring
the touch would be that warm.
And the love does not fuckin’ last
the colors fade by
leaving a scar.
He will think of me well though
no no, I know not right.
Friends come buzzing around
I look at the world
with a broken smile.