Sunday, January 16, 2005
The Train at 5.13

Her shimmering eyes,
Her splendour in awe,
Her beauty serves well to hide,
All the pain she once bore.

Your door's closed,
and you're heart's shut,
Your mind's bleak,
and withered but,

Mine still bleeds,
and it breaks even more,
its senseless and mindless,
its all i live for,

Pain is my elation,
And sorrow's in there too,
I'd keep them in forever
If only misery was you.

Look me in the eye. No, the other one. Try again, love.