28 de fevereiro de 2010

He

There was a silent between us
and he spoke out of his heart
I fell at his feet like raindrops
He was so glorious at his 25
that I couldn't get rid of him
My heart melted
My eyes bled
and by my side he stood for centuries
There is he
Like my own
like my soul
like me
My ever stoping
My ever going
Like a wave that catches and kills me
Throws my heart to destiny
and so far I stand
Waiting and waiting for a sign
as he goes by
he plays my soul with fire
with the music that only he can understand