Friday, February 8, 2008

At The Brink...................

i hate shadows...
especially those that follow me through...
i remember the times when i loved all the butterflies tat
tasted the colours of me.....
i long tat they come back...
but like a strong rain they created all the deluge...
and never came back..
they remain as dark clouds in the sky...
and never pour down...
i stare into them.....
for when wil they come back into this
dry alley that i call life....
i wonder........................