Friday, November 27, 2009

Firelfies.

Days and nights go by like fireflies wafting through a mist
Of knowledge lost while I sit and wonder
Why this is so.
Lying on a silver platter for you to reach
With hands that could light up my days
And conquer my nights,
My heart shrivels to nothing.
If I could kick away my emotions like a ball
And blink away my pain,
Perhaps then I wouldn't be spending my days
In moments of "what ifs."
You fell through my fingers like sand on a perfectly sunny day
That turned grey with the galloping black clouds
Of melancholy.