Thursday, December 10, 2009

The silly little whim

How many of you will crash and burn?
And when, when really do I learn?
Numbness is catching up fast my friend,
I think you and I share the same fate.

Why do I let go?
I don’t.
They snatch you from me.
I am helpless, in every way.

I'd apologise if it mattered,
but I know it doesn't change a thing.
With you, I die too,
My soul shallows further.

Till we shall be one.
My desire, My wish, My silly little whim.
You R.I.P.