January 10, 2009

  • cristal clear


    look through glassy eyes
    break into the soul
    one meant yes
    the other said no

    your hope for happy
    is it really alright?
    a quest for some,
    to no one's delight

    school-age seventeen?
    it wouldn't stay;
    the notes and noise?
    they blur away

    only but a month away
    one two follow the clock
    slowing down the days
    'til a new life's unlocked