March 6, 2010

Sitting in a dark cold room
It's early March
Thought's of despair entering a broken mind
Straining the senses
Wishing for the warmth of an embrace
No not yours
Anyone but yours
Wanting those night walks to the park
Just to watch the stars and moon over the lake
Or watching a sunset in the evening
It's a simple request
But maybe it's too much
Too much to want
It's still to far out of reach
I sit here in my cold dark room
Trying to grasp the ideas and dreams of
The summer