when he's a couple of years older than i am
he would look into my eyes
like words seem to pass fromthose;
like fires burning every vein
of my sight.
How'd he guess it's me?
how'd he know five years has gone?
for when my lips wouldn't
console a heart that once again broke,
he gave a love, that once was told.
and when my arms are tired
and i could care less
he'd block my way and
never let go of his hold.
just as when my world seem to go unfair
he showered me with petals
that perfumes the air.
how i wish everything hasn't went wrong
that even when seasons have gone out
he wouldn't have been
a rose that never came back.
written: july 8 2000
8:44-10 pm
written: july 8 2000
8:44-10 pm
