Thursday, January 11, 2007

Driplets of blood,
now stained by my heart.
Each carrying a tale,
of a lover's touch.
Soft and delicate it may be,
but the memories are worth more than me.
Buried by appearance,
by a smile.
But when it all goes down,
when im left alone,
all i can think is,
where did it all go wrong?

Dead,
but i still feel.
And when i cry I know,
i still got a few tears to shed all frozen by the cold.

~rekindle the fire for me.~