Sunday, June 27, 2010

Some other kind of problems.

An owl way,
A body that frays.
The bright is when i'm home.
The dark is when i'm at Rome.
Counting down to those days,
Till the time i meet everything face to face.
Stop with a dot.
Start with quite a lot.
One stare.
Alot to bare.
Everything made me stone,
Nothing triggers me.
Not even my phone.
I need a sleeping session.
To clear all depression.