It is a strange sort of pain "to die of yearning for something you'll never experience"

Wednesday, January 29, 2003

he looks at me through the smoke of his cigarette
moving his head up and down,considerate
gazing at me so damn liberate

i look at him, waiting to hear him say..
but he shows me the way
i see blue from his eyes pour
by the sound of slamming the door
and after that
there's only gray sky
clouds dancing so high
and i feel like a bird,so shy


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