Thursday, July 20, 2006

Every Single Day

Soft is the mellow breeze that blows through your black silky hair
Rememberence is a please that dampens not the spirit nor the flare

Sunset upon the golden coast
Rivers, of love, do they all boast
Colliding in a world between lost love and lost hope
This is the mark I bear with me on my chest engraved
I cry not of the nightly pains
I sulk not upon the graves

One look at you, I smile away

Why is it so hard to gain what your heart thrives for every single day?