Oct 21, 2002 01:51
my head is foggy from the smell of paint,
but i wouldn't trade this moment for the world.
for a minute i forget my clothes are
stained with the smell of cigarettes.
the warmth from your body surpasses
the cold from the open windows
as my neck adjusts to this new pillow.
i have come to realize how wonderful you really are
and again remember that
you never know what you didn't have until you have it,
my past reminds me that sometimes
clarity looses out to desire,
but with you my mind has never been clearer.