Dec 14, 2005 06:38
your moon
so high,
still lives
in my sky,
id block
the sun
id steal
these stars
for you,
aimless travelers
would remark
of the view.
but now,
you've changed,
some new apparel
graces these veins,
a new crutch
to replace your cane
you point
so hard
but whose to blame
your still
ridding the nowhere
train straight down...