Wednesday, July 26, 2006
sit down by the willow tree.
butterflies flutter past by.
algid wind caress the hair.
i guess sorry wasnt good enough
if it did suffice,
i wouldnt be here.
sitting alone.
watching the butterflies drop dead one by one.
but fear not my friend.
there's still cocoons frozen hard and lost in time
till the time comes,thy shall remain as frozen cocoons.
and i shall wait beside the willow tree.
till the spring comes.
and drive the frigid snow back to where they deserve.
and i guess.
all i had was nothing but a dream.
I need inspiration.Not just another negotiation
[9:07 pm]