Wednesday, March 22, 2006

A letter that wasn't mine..

Sometimes I lie down, and around,
and think about things,
thinking of how much i still care,
about many things,
about this letter,
never mine to begin with,
and how i miss things,
things i quite never had.

Sometimes my head writes you letters,
sometimes my head sits next to you,
side by side.
Sometimes, this letter im reading,
is mine.