Tuesday, August 26, 2008

verse

the feeling is back again,
i can feel it in my stomach.
its getting harder to remember,
harder even to forget.
it rains heavy,
feels like my soul is on fire.
winding roads,
confusing dreams.
memories flood my thoughts,
and kiss my palm.
the sky closes in to watch me crumble,
the wind hurts and calms.
when november comes i'll die again,
when my love goes in vain.
a thousand deaths i will die,
and come back to you for comfort.
~26-08-08

4 comments:

Chaggoholic.... said...

Nice piece i must say.The ending though still justifying the clinging that refuses to die down....

Princess S/Kishmish said...

thanku, the clinging wil never change i guess :)

Anonymous said...

What to say... sometimes I almost cry when I read the peices you write!!!!

Princess S/Kishmish said...

thanku anonymous :)