Friday, August 26, 2011
She’s the light
I am down - deep down
In a dark, damp and cold place
My cold heart even colder
Super frozen
Not a glimpse of light
No way out
But when she is around
Her smile
Lights the Billboards up
It’s like being in Times Square
Her eyes
Are like the ocean
Like being on a sunny beach
When I see her
I am defrosted in hyper-speed
My mind blossoms
Like an explosion of spring
Never seen her in this light
But when the darkness came
The spotlight went on
There is no other way but to like her
But there’s also the story of my life:
I am always longing for what I can’t have
Maybe one day
© US
XXVI.VIII.MMXI
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