In Your Eyes 6-2-2008
Tears running down my face, I look up at you
So much like the sun.
Burning all you see--inescapable.
Unable to wipe away my tears,
You scorch them into memories.
Twin salt trails,
My badge of angst.
Today I meet my new chore.
Filth, loneliness, pain from old injuries.
It's exactly the same as last summer.
No speakers of our tongue,
Not a kind word,
Just empty rushing.
Where?
I wish to be where you are.
Where I was.
There is no sunlight here.
So much like the sun.
Burning all you see--inescapable.
Unable to wipe away my tears,
You scorch them into memories.
Twin salt trails,
My badge of angst.
Today I meet my new chore.
Filth, loneliness, pain from old injuries.
It's exactly the same as last summer.
No speakers of our tongue,
Not a kind word,
Just empty rushing.
Where?
I wish to be where you are.
Where I was.
There is no sunlight here.