Nov 10, 2004 01:38
A week seems like forever
not to speak to an angel
An eternity of torment
to think of your voice
so silent
i can hear it
its part of my soul
but its like that distant
mirage on a hot sunny day
u see it, but
no matter how much u try
to get to it
its always
out of reach
Memories of our happy days
flood my eyes with tears
this river that i create
u drown
my biggest fear