Wednesday, February 25, 2009

Me

He looked at me, I stared out of window and watched the beautiful landscape. He talked to me, I listened to my favorite song playing on the radio.
He touched me, it wasn't me anymore.

Thursday, February 19, 2009

He

Those feelings were strangers to me. I would never feel those he described, I would never get lost in his eyes the way he did in mine.

And he would never catch my rhyme.