Thursday, February 12, 2009

things will change?

sitting on the roof,
admiring the stars,
enjoying the breeze,
loving the silent.

watching the moon,
shining the night,
before going down,
fighting for life.

sitting in bed,
with no one to kiss good night,
close your eyes,
lay your head.

see it in your mind,
the same thing every time,
the days you spent,
like watching the same comedy,
again and again.

the mornings hope,
like water on rivers,
like paper boat in gutters.

gazing in space,
with thought of nothing,
but wondering if,
things will ever change.


written by LeeJoe.
2009