Sunday, December 05, 2004
THE PEN STRUCK A HAEMMORHAGE.

The planes are only alive,
Just enough for me to survive,
Let the tears and hope subside,
That you'll be here, while on that ride.

with crossed fingers and clenched toes,
i scream inside that you wont go,
that you'll be back just like it began,
and you hold me tight and never leave again,

but now you've been missed,
like it's been ages,
you're the one,
i dedicate these pages,

my pen's bled and wasted crying,
missing you and youre blinding smile
it's on its last, through all thats past,
as buckets of weeping tears pile.

now you're as good as gone,
not an inch yet off the ground,
the pilot's a filthy chode,
left voids for my heart to surround,

the clouds are your fields now,
and again im falling down and,
miles now are nothing,
to the tears i've drowned in,