Spring comes slowly to this old frame; still I'm frozen, I still live alone.
In time, memories fade and senses numb.
One forgets how it feels to have loved completely.
"Love well, young man -- while you still can. Once your leaves turn, you won't love again."
Is it special when you're lonely?
Will you spend your whole life in a studio apartment with a cat for a wife?
The seasons -- when they call you, do you barricade the door?
Are you stubborn to the core? Is it your way or the highway?
Then the longest winter is on her way. You called her without knowing it, and now it's too late.
 dyejob · Sat Mar 22, 2008 @ 09:53am · 0 Comments |
