Tuesday, January 1, 2008

YOU



The cold breeze in my face,
So hard to ignore;
Like your stare,
I let myself go.

The autumn tree stands lonely,
Like a man losing his pride;
We stand beneath it
Hands held, Minds apart.

Something has changed,
We don’t know what;
We try to find a solution,
But are always back to square one.

Why don’t we start again,
And feel everything is new;
See it with newborn’s eyes;
And wonder wild.

Guess it won’t be too hard;
I need you or I’ll fall apart.

No comments: