I stare at the sky that I lie beneath
Not the same as yours
I rest on the grass that is my own
I am alone
I walk to the sea that I can smell
But over the edge I see
I cannot touch the water that I came for
Yet tears fall
Thoughts churn my brain behind my mouth
Refusing to pretend like everyone else
Face each sun with my fear and red
I will lose if it comes again
I tell you, my only friend
My world is between my trembling hands
We scan the neon signs that invite others
Blurring under Tokyo rain
Hold me down, we are lost
Yet not all
Thursday, March 12, 2009
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