Aug 03, 2004 16:23
sleeping under the trees.
listening to the whispering winds.
i saw a falling star.
quickly remembering what my mother had taught me.
i closed my eyes and made a wish.
running to the phone to get ahold of you.
knowing that you would be somewhere else.
cursing the thought that you weren.t home
its that quesey feeling that i always get.
i wished with all my might
wishing that he.d be home tonight.
and i got it jsut right.