Thursday, March 12, 2009

Maybe it’s that time
That time of change, of recompense
That time where I don’t sit at home
That time that I don’t feel alone
Maybe it’s that time, that wondrous moment
Hopefully to last more than a day
That time that I don’t eat until I’m full
That time where everything seems okay
Maybe it’s that time, I plead
That time that I’ve been long awaiting
Where when I force myself at home
I have two hopes to visit me, lovely
And long,
We get along,
I hope I can make myself blossom again.