Tuesday, July 6, 2010

???

Birds stop chirping
My cells can't speak
Sun stop burning
till my eyes aren't weak
Was it heart
Was it soul
Was it words
Was it urge
Question him
through the eyes of a mirror
you let hours turn into forever
Broken glasses feel my tears
thirsty questions await a spill
sun stop burning till i understand
that i hold the wheel
the roads at my grasp

No comments:

Post a Comment