Jul 18, 2004 02:39
That's when I saw the ghostly portrayal of you
Your transparency doing it's seductive dance
You whisper in a tone that my ears don't want to receive
My hand is taken and we have taken flight
Into a world of dreams and static
The clouds pass through me
The wind making my eyes tear
And your hand slips through my skin like silk
And your eyes burn through me like moonlight
I then open my eyes and realize I'm in the car with my sister, driving down the road.