Monday, April 2, 2012

Desire

My days are wide,Quiet.Complete and still.

See, someday.
Smile your happy hidden soul.
Blow it throughThe faded eyes andNarrow mind -Wishing for the past youTook for grantedWhen it happened.


Oh, loveIt disappears.Bad times are real.You have to want to tryMore than shut your eyesIf ever you're to make it.


Or just smileand saygoodbye.