I won't dream ( Read more... )

Kiss me with your words ( Read more... )

There was a dream ( Read more... )

I walk these highways
Reminding me of you with
Songs caught between stars

She is the hot tea
That warms up my heart with all
Her herbal essence

Swear I could find ( Read more... )

It holds an invitation ( Read more... )

She holds this sound
A beautiful voice
In which when hearing
I want to save
As messages
On the answering machine
Of my soul
Whether it be
Peas and carrots
Or silent thoughts
With nothing
But the caller id
To distinguish
Her calling

It has been a year
And that sadness compromises
Me
To the happpiness of her

You see
I hold no grudges
I love her and she is happy
And I love her
And she is the epitome
Of distance
And in mathematics
That equation equals
Two

My voice holds silent ( Read more... )