Aug 25, 2004 08:32
in the workings of my life
surrounded, immersed
daisies scattered
so cheerful, incredibly bright
anyone else's eyes
would catch the impurities
imperfect petals, torn and drooping
there is only brilliant light
"you can't hold her"
it was only then
you opened your eyes to me
i can't hold the fire
la poésie,
this awkward life,
missing feelings