Mar 26, 2006 15:05
it felt like winter.
it was cold
and we were all gathered round.
the fire burning slowly with each breath we took
and ashes fell instead of snow.
a band played
and we listened
though most people where there to be seen
they dressed like they didn't care.
you could tell these people had been hurt by words
and so words were the one thing
they wanted so desperately to master.