I reached out to touch your hand
but i was so far away,
the farther i reach
the farther you pull away
like the tide in the sea;
The minutes pass like years
i feel your thoughts running through my mind
i make a wish on a shooting star
and I pray that you return to me;
the rain falls down
all I can think of is you
each splash on my face
a gentle kiss;
as we stand in the same road
staring up above into the night sky
our hearts both aching, yearning
for something better in this world;
we are what we have always been
dreamers searching for answers
in the night sky we look for light
in a world blinded by materialism and hedonism;
as i take the pieces of the dreams
still left (within me)
and spread them out,
to rearrange them one by one
i move one step closer;
standing on borrowed time,
and running out of options
i move one step closer
(determined) to find the stranger within;
Saturday, December 12, 2009
Stranger Within
Posted by Loco Lola at 9:00 PM
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