Saturday, September 19, 2009
And as the thought goes by,
You remember it,
You start to cry,
You can't forget it,
Teardrops melodiously hit the floor,
Seeping through the withered wood,
What are the teardrops for,
Who shall know,
no one should,
Illuminate the liquid lines,
Creeping down your face,
Then time rewinds,
Yet you remain in place,
You vaguely feel faint,
Fall in slow motion,
You bare no weight,
Forget desperation,
You hear that enchanting voice,
You look around,
But then think twice,
Maybe there was no sound,
That hope in which you seek,
Is always close behind,
Listen to it speek,
And see what you find,
I was here all along,
How did you not see,
I hope not to be wrong,
for it is you whom I want it to be...
