Monday, May 19, 2008

Viscious Circles

Clamouring thoughts demand attention

Images of you, unnecessary distortion

As reality waits with its head bowed

I long to run away to safer places

As reality approaches steadily

I wish for our childish illusions to stay

Would love to give what I'm holding back

If you could accept the morals I lack

Would hate to give you up again

If only this moment would forever remain

Love. Need. Prayer. Friend. Love

Viscious Circles consume what's left.