Feb 18, 2005 05:05
Kiss me with your words
For sentences unheard
And I will treat you with
My soul
On that silent
Railroad track
I hold myself back
Silenced by passing cars
That travel further
Away from the stars
Forming in your eyes
For one chance more
I would die
And beg
To be reborn
Take time to solfve
\The riddle
Of what
And when
And why
So to starve the dying limbs
And speak poetry again
Lie down in the distant sand
Of nights surrounded by sun
And starving on love
For nothing more
Thand the glimpse of lips
Whispering me good night