Me, Myself and I

Monday, September 17, 2012


"an attempt":

through years of memories
we jump through the hoops
constantly wondering if we're on the same track
the road divides
we walk alone
this time, only thoughts are on our sides

"come. back. to. me."
that is all I ask.
fly home to my home once more
lets pick up where the pieces fell
and forget the dark and sleepless nights
lets rewrite what was written
so that midnight can roam free

i wash my face with the coldest ice.
wishing i had warmth
tears start to fall
but i slap them away, not tonight
not at all

this is an attempt to convey
to express with deep regret
that if i had to do it all over again,

nothing would be changed.