Monday, November 13, 2006

smell of old love
taste of berry-sweet fragrance
it rings in me, rings in me
memories of days we own and yearn
forever, together,
whatever.
the first time i saw your face
yes, in the alley of love and hate
decisions to be made
leave the ore,
leave the money,
come leave with me.
rest in you alone at`5:13 PM