Wednesday, March 18, 2009

As Grasses

What holds us?
The center of this universe
Or are we,like grasses in the wind?
Trying to stay firm on the ground
Often failing.
Maybe i'd just pin my heart up tonight
And you can feel free to abuse it
Take advantage of my nakedness
Strum me a song with broken chords;
And come tomorrow
Summer is over.

No comments:

Post a Comment