Feb 08, 2006 01:30
by looking on the hault heard her cries,
the old dormant lay spoken softer than ever before.
humming like the electrocution mile,
many the moment frowned upon freedom.
this aching struggle that pulls me to my throat,
this craving morrow that seems to have me undone.
where is that road less travelled going?
why does the sky spell out her fallen foe?
as quick as you stayed you lept,
as soon as we spoke we forgot again.
just buy me the time, it will be yours through.
_xo