Wednesday, July 02, 2003

Move on

I wander alone
through twisted, dark halls
that is my heart
that missed love's call

Cold is the loneliness
that breezes past my face
iced sculpted memories
of a far and distant place

I'll pull myself up, I have to
though it hurts like hell that your gone
I can't let my soul die
I must find a way to move on.