i think of you tonight
wondering what you'll write
thinking of what you'll imagine
as your pencil leaves an impression
on your wall.
i remember you tonight
and i ponder on your words
and the many ones we'd put down
on what we called our life.
i dream of you no more
since you changed that enchanted glare
the one you used on me much
the one that got me to stare.
i cry for you in words
for i know you think of me
and what was once will never be
you no longer have a muse
i no longer have my sight
i can hope for a substitute
but can never sigh for the original.
words.
that's the only thing we knew
and the best that we were at.
i still think of you tonight
and that devilish smile of yours
and your words of devouring me
leading to the very night we let it be
no more...
i still write.
11:39 p.m. - 2005-03-04
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