Sunday, November 04, 2007

random thoughts of an unrequited lover

How will you burn my heart?

Like a tree turned brown?
Like sad lines written on sand?
Like broken mirrors?
Like a geisha in the morning?
Like lost time?
Like a million lies?
Like fading light?

Like from you to me?

1 comment:

Rae said...

no. with a hot rod and electricity.