I don't have anywhere else to go. It could be said I'm at a last resort. Just read...maybe you'll figure it out, I hope.

2.01.2010

Nature's Perfection

Staring out the window,
I think of you;
The trees, so green
Your eyes, so blue.

The wind blows,
The leaves shake.
Your hair whirls.
The face you make.

The snow, it lays
A perfect white
The feeling I get,
This must be right.

But like the snow
You melt away,
You fell in the night
To be gone the next day.