meanwhile still...
counting the days
counting the nights
the warm memories
run through my hair
like your fingers then,
they fill my chest
recalling your embrace
this cold present
have their sharp nails
crawling all over me
yesterday's light
laid roads
lead paths
today's darkness
folds tomorrows
molds mounds
counting the days
counting the nights
because i'm not with you
love is what is left at the end of the day.
From: melbourne, victoria, Australia
About me: i'm a wanderlust and a warrior of life. i have hordes of nomads and soldiers waiting to wander this sometimes barren and sometimes lush landscape of my head. i send them forth. they are my words. my weapon of choice: purple prose
posted by ciggy at 1:04 PM