.
.
My hopes
Are my prison cell
And every day that
Passes by
Adds to darkness.
.
Sometimes I wish
I were a flower
To bloom and die
Without a trace
A second's smile on your face
When you walk down the dusty road
To kiss me.
.
Our love
Is a cage
And no wild animals
Just two hearts
Hungry for light
devouring each other.
(c) D.J., 2005