06/24/2008

Months an months come and go.

These 4 white walls remain here.

And he never seems to call.

I sweat, i freeze, i see the leaves turn brown.

Remaining optimistic through the toughest of seasons is hard.

But with all this time to think, I will manage to cope.

I guess i can formulate my own advice.

I learned how to tie my own tie.

I have you're smile.

I have you're silver tongue.

And i hate every part of it.

Maybe one of these days, things will be different.

Until then, ill sit here, in silence much like all these years past.

Ill wait

Ill wait

Ill wait.

I don't want to bury you.