Thursday, November 11, 2010

Things low

Things low,
Start stirring.
The hour has arrived.
I always knew I would regret
My passing,
Of you.


Things low,
Low in my stomach
Love naming you,
Love to remind me
I was a fool,
And they know better…
Of you.

1 comment:

Ada said...

hm - inspirata de,... un sentiment ca mereu va trebui sa privesc peste umar. Sa nu lasati pe nimeni sa zica, ca tinerele nu sunt proaste!
:)