60°F Empty Skies. Empty...

[silverinshadows]

I chase my desires.
Hoping to reach them.
It's like playing tag,
But I'm the fat kid.
I run.
I pant.
I sweat.
But in the end,
My desires, the still slip
Through my hands
Like grains of sand.
I'll try for a little longer.
Maybe until recess ends.
Or maybe I'll quit early.
And walk off
With my tail in between my legs.
Damn that desire called Love.

Comments

[ghost_x_machine]

when you run, you sweat
sometimes you sweat out the fever
sometimes the fever is like sex
when you run you'll get sex

or something :)

[silverinshadows]

haha, indeed.
Well let's just hope it's you're explanation
rather then mine, eh?

[ghost_x_machine]

your*
than*

okay