I'm just...
a stick in the sand
a hope for tomorrow
the peace of midnight
and the comfort of sleep.
I'm just....
the first spring flower
delicate and sweet
round
and oh so sweet.
I'm just...
the warmth of a lover
the spark of a kiss
and the idea on the tip of a tongue.
I'm just....
an "old soul"
forever doomed
to think
of what I might have been. |