Saturday, March 05, 2005
There are tears
here tonight,
creating rivets
against my
cold skin.
Winding tracks
across once
soft land.
Gathering
in crevices
and corners.
As if to say,
you have failed -
once again.
Tomorrow
will never
come.
Tears have
become my
witness.
Each morning
and tonight.
here tonight,
creating rivets
against my
cold skin.
Winding tracks
across once
soft land.
Gathering
in crevices
and corners.
As if to say,
you have failed -
once again.
Tomorrow
will never
come.
Tears have
become my
witness.
Each morning
and tonight.