Monday, December 24, 2007

Fair



Except it's not even summer yet.

When I was sure you'd follow through,
My world was turned to blue.

When you'd hide
your songs would die,
so I'd hide yours with mine.

And all my words were bound to fall.
I know you won't fail...

see, I can tell...


P/S: Izakusha, I'm sorry I abandoned your calls over the windows (the fact that you called when I was asleep). I need you for the quick therapy..